I penned another verse for you today,
My minds’ eye focused on your visage fair;
And as a child with blocks, with words did play
As though to build a strophe beyond compare.
With stalwart pen each word was put to form
And each did follow each to mark your praise;
Thus in so doing, some gestalt was born-
A tower of truth that might all eyes amaze.
But towers of truth may still come crashing down;
These jumbled words now speak toward this end,
Fair tribute in such form cannot be found
For truth and beauty rarely can be penned.
Now here I sit midst scattered words so strewn,
A humbled child, set but to start anew.
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