I know things would be different,
Because they are when you're not there.
There is an altered feeling,
There is something in the air.
She rides the highs and lows.
She revels in the joy.
She works to make you smile.
She'll over-laugh or take to coy.
Perhaps it's part of learning,
But I worry for her heart.
Love should be a constant,
It should not be stop-start.
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