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Like a foul fleeing from danger, it escapes me.

As the fastest animal runs from a deadly predator, it eludes me.

Like a creature of the deep it swims away, it evades me.

It escapes, eludes, evades,
Avoids, departs...my heart.

Love runs, hides, conceals itself from...me.

Why, I wish I knew.
I search for it daily,
But it shuns me.

What ever shall I do?