To you of such a beautiful soul,
In my eternal writings,
I always speak, as though,
Your purity, as a filter,
Will discern those hidden
Artifacts that clog
Me and stain my purposes
With diverting argument
And cause me to stop
To cry and hold my forehead
And think, "Why even try?"

Your innocence will strain
Them all out and you –
Only you – will see
My gift of perseverance as
Something to admire
Despite the setbacks and
Apparent faithlessness.

04/29/2007

Posted on 05/01/2007
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