Saturday, March 25, 2006


What is true loveliness? You be the judge.
How lovely are the sight and sound and smell
A morning breaks, before day’s rising bell
Tolls on that sleep no husband can begrudge?
Lovely, no less, than every romp or trudge
Our children’s feet may take through hill or dell.
Valor is lovely, if we guard it well.
Escape is lovely, as when wards discharge.
Some would say lovely too, all great quests spent
In ancient places, bought with freed up time,
Kissed lovely by the cares one dared to lose
Not fearing reprise. Loveliness once bent,
Owned, and shared in all my life; and if sublime,
Will once more beat the path my futures choose.


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