my hope

the cold of the tumultuous tempest
dazzling hearts of old inconstancy

lovely and terse with supreme verse
falling into turpitude unrehearsed
as the day rests under the sunburst

in the beginning there was
and always to an end has been
furtherance of the moment
to defray the trepidation of a whim

here they come --
splashing with the wiliness of sin

you are full of sweet fervor, replete
sweet endeavor fraught with fray

do not give up, for you are my inspiration -- my hope, and my all

...for every day

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