Free Hearts
Dancing slowly at a party
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I held my hand in yours
And your eyes were so distant
As we floated across the floor
Perhaps it was then I knew
That we were not to be
Your wild, joyous, vibrant soul
Needed to be free.
But I shall not weep for you
Or the time we shared
Nor beg nor plead nor grave misdeed
Know only that I cared.