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When You Least Expect It

There upon the highest shelf,
Tis' rest foreseen, foreshadowed,
To search again and find it not,
At least the field has narrowed.

To look into this heart of mine,
To seek the richest gold,
For there inside and endless count,
Our love does not grow old.

When you least expect it,
That's what Mom would say,
That's the time I say these things,
My love, I sent your way.

Don't ask me what possessed me,
To sit and write this poem,
I must have read your mind again,
Somehow, I must have known.

When you least expect it,
No not from where it came,
Not today and never tomorrow,
My love remains the same.

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