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You are not my enemy

As cold you ice hands sweep

With purpose regularity

Past my watchful eye.

Yours is not to hold control

And bind me to your cause

Force a beat upon my soul

Twitch the aching strings.

Yours is not the face I see

Within my living soul

Where rhythm plays a different tune

For my love and me.

You are not our enemy

As numbers tumble down

And lie defeated in our wake

As love defies all time.