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In the Midst of Freedom and Greatness 

 

The reason and cause to care...

What started harmless crushed and attracted

a glance from across the hall

the igniting of a gentle spark deep and unrecognized

this light truly as subtle as a needle stick

for a fraction of a second

then covered with dirt and grime

forgotten as quickly as it happened

this same particle sized spark

came from nowhere,

but it was this spark that

resonated throughout and became

a beautiful song within, but still remained unrecognized..

days would pass with

a lighter step

a smile of unknown cause

a desire for goodness

months would pass

the glances became gazes

the attraction became understanding

the crush became cherished...

words began to come with soft expression

laying a path of rose pedals that floated

it would seem

which didn't matter

for we couldn't even notice the ground..

What had been, this tiny flicker

this spark the size of an atom

turned out to have a match..

In the midst of

a shadowed freedom and ideal of greatness

the chaos

and uncertainty..

A lovely, most lovely

lady fairness of beauty to no end

and of goodness unfamiliar to most

remarkable in wit and charm

with a depth of stare burning through and through.

we have found in one the other

and in finding, had been revealed these virtues

that have been abandoned...

shall i speak of the love?

as, being redefined..

as, clearly exposing the cruelties

and reaching to right the wrongs

in like mind..

as, uprooting even the lifelong ideal

for she is by my side in point of fact

as, understanding respect and the highest regard

for another so deserving.

as, sacred protected and gifted..

Changing the past is not

the "blood sweat and tears" are forgotten

by the masses

Further, far we have traveled in time yet

not in manner for the past is still much with us..

Though adjusting to the tolerance of the disgust

this lifetime is not of mine own

for in the midst of it all

there is beauty and peace joy and worth

she is my lifetime now and forever.

it will be my finest work and goal

lofty enough for a king I realize

but had that spark not been meant

for greatness

the dirt and grime would have

overcome...

 

 

 

so, mi esposa

to say

Te amo

an understatement at best

we have the ideal in truth