Sir...your test of dexterity is in varried pulls and breathes with passions of some difference...I'm imagining myself to be your protégé. No apology please, in either ways of escaping my truth...that you're a human face of poetry...even as you'd feel, but armed so strong in the mask of your figures. Kudos, Sir! You bless God's hand (kindling humanity) thereof. I beseech the panel of literati condone but this very extravagant remark of mine hereon forum in this particular, but that your forte stirred my cool.....Run long! ! !
Come trail my love to its tracks While they still keep off rust, While they still ignore the cracks, And while they still dread the dust.
And trust, love, That life is too finite And so much like a dove That has no real right