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On a clear morning on a quiet pond
Swallows briskly soar around,
Down to the water itself
Just touch the moisture with the wing.
They sing loudly on the fly
And the meadows are green around,
And it stands, like a mirror, a pond,
Reflecting their shores

And, as in a mirror, between the reeds,
The forest has tipped over from the banks,
And the pattern of clouds leaves
Into the depths of the reflected skies

I love you
Not just for who you are
But also for who I am becoming
When I'm next to you.