What proof can I offer you that love exists?
...what syllabic alchemy can I conjure to make you love?
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I just chatted with a man on the Internet;
Who said:
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Come, Abe...
...and lead me by the hand,
...o Captain, my Captain...
To show me the complete rest of the Eternal.
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Sitting back from the breakers, I see
the light from a soon-to-be setting sun dance
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A soft breeze blows to chill the setting sun;
High upon my perched hilltop, I sit – still, silent - transfixed by the Bay in an instant of golden perfection;
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In the heat of mid-August, my young daughter flittered behind,
as I solemnly walked along the wooded path.
Coming to a solitary stone marker, I stopped.
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Quod Erat Demonstrandum
What proof can I offer you that love exists?
...what syllabic alchemy can I conjure to make you love?
I know how to make you hate with a word...
....yes.... I'm talking to you - you spic, kike, gook, honky muther-fu****, N-WORD! ! !
I even know how to make you lust with few utterances....
....a small stream of steamy, salaciousness would suffice to ply you with desire...
But...love.... that is harder...
I have tried counting the ways....and comparisons to summer days...
...they speak the universal - but slightly out of focus...
A dash of desperation, of sorrow and loss aids towards the goal...
Antietam, Gallipoli, D-day,9-11.... they work to feel real human and tragic loss of loved ones and cause...
But you, dear Reader, a thousand generations removed from this hand...
...will find these searing, sorrowful sentiments sterile - as mention of the Peloponnesian War is to me...
Try this.....
'Hush now, my dearest.... I know that the pain of this world may be too much to bear...
...if you have to leave, it's OK...I understand'.