Am I his apprentice
or is he mine?
Neither, love,
all is fine.
He says he’s not
in love with me.
Play, love,
climb a tree.
He’s traveled and home
and doesn’t come by.
No worries, love
you won’t die.
I am sad and I miss him,
I long for his face.
It’s just the tide, love,
it will leave no trace.
Why, Beloved, is love
not for me?
Because, darling,
you chose to be free.
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For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: apprentice.