I will love you like
the kids love Santa Claus,
I will accept your gifts,
and they will prove
that you exist;
I will let you drip
and harden over me like
sap at a sugar bush,
poured over snow,
curled onto a spoon,
melting on my tongue;
I will follow you like
the North Star,
and you will
bring me blessings
when I find you.
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