This Pi I mine
Is mine
Not mine really
It’s hers
She’s unaware
Yet I see on her stories
Taunt of those who mine
A wise man told her
Of how hopeless and lazy we are
Conmen everywhere
But the future I promised her
And the love it grooms
Is built on the Pi I mine
While in turn she mines me her heart – maybe
Faith
If this mine never sees light, later
At least her heart would have become mine
Honey Pie
A priceless Pi
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