Daphne
Why do you follow me?--
Any moment I can be
Nothing but a laurel-tree.
Any moment of the chase
I can leave you in my place
A pink bough for your embrace.
Yet if over hill and hollow
Still it is your will to follow,
I am off;--to heel, Apollo!
Edna St. Vincent Millay
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I love her.
the feeling is mutual, how can you not?
-Corby
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