Though she's not my husband, nor even my lover,
she's an heir to a special part of my heart.
I know she's alive,
but the distance that separates us is an ocean,
and it takes far too long to sail home.
My suitors are not but worries, anxieties, fears
that visit me every morning and every evening.
I know the moment she comes home they'll flee
like dust in the four winds.
I fear she faces many trials and monsters harm in women's clothing,
and that she will come home one day,
but I want her home today.
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