upon this moment I ponder
is there no braver fondness
than that of the ink
spilled from the most favored quill
does not memory remind us
that these days hold
endearment yet brighter still
there is peace in Neptune's eye
as he ponders the oceans' ancient swells
and indeed there shall be room for you and I
upon this broad baldy voyage
we have together
endeavored to sail
Melissa
Nov 19,2003 350am)