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I slept once, and loved once
but my love was but a dream.
A dream trapped under the ice
longing to be claimed by the sun’s nurturing warmth,
a dream out-strived this love-
before its roots had time to propagate.
The love was washed away by the melting ice,
re-rooting itself, striving to blossom
as the dream out shadowed its authority to bask in the light-
the love resembled envy- if continued, it resembles
a little ice age- and the end of the dream of love,
if nurtured the bees would befriend the blossoming passion
but the bees die envying the desire, not the love.