The solidifying form remains to be beheld - unseen -
that now love, me, does fullest crown;
Making you that enviable queen
of being born to such unknown renown.
That bridled halter, your quick mind does now beget,
this cant'ring movement of your art;
What owner, then, could have no small regret
for thorough-bred ideals - in ev'ry part.
So, I evade the darkness, with its doubt and lies,
by seeing who you really are;
For no cosmetic ever truly beautifies
the respect which sought your highmost repertoire.
Whose furrowed shadow clouds the lowly, shov'lling field,
to plough through ev'ry single file;
While you sow - avoiding fallow yield:
A sunny brow that sets upon your dewy smile.
Yes. This windswept sea, which you so rightly toss,
does sail me on to each deep-water port -
Wide Atlantic I must learn to cross;
perfecting all the dreams that you, and I, had wrought.
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