And grace escorts the brutality of her beauty.

And says to her no fruit shall be sweeter than the seeds of dedication he plants in her name.

And by day and night he brings her the sun and moon, he is hers and no longer his own.

And they wonder if this is forever, whether curtain call draws close or never whether life’s lies and truths will sever this tether.

Her, so unassuming, and him moved so fast and deep, and blooms like the hour of spring at her mention.

So lend me your attention, so I do the same, so I might be attentive in my efforts to shift your mind and hearts dimension in my direction.

So grand gestures wake you, face you with each day break, and meet you at sunset, to set your mind at ease, easing your unrest.

So your wait isn’t wasted, but preparation to satisfy your dissatisfaction with action of high standard and passion, so rare and outlandish.

Fin.

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