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She loved them both,
Her Jade and Gold,
A balance wheel of care.
And guilt,
For they could never know
the other's name she'd share.
She worked, and hurt,
And pleased them both.
And cried, alone, at night.
And stood, transfixed,
And torn apart,
Each time that they would fight.
She wore no armor,
Tiny lass.
Her love her only shield.
And lances were a thing
That only Warriors strong
Could wield.
But even so
She stepped between
To keep them both apart.
To take their lances,
One a side,
Each tip right through her heart.
The lass still lives,
And she is healed,
Her smile still warms the cold.
She serves the Warrior Jade
Each day.
And nightly loves the Gold.
But she is safe
Between them both,
From her, their lances bend.
And still she works,
With patience
Til they call each other friend.
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