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The ever present need of understanding,

Is not so ever-present nor needed,

When talking with friends undemanding,

Where souls have already been bleeded.

But the chase and courtship of a woman great,

Who rests at length in repose to plight,

Does require the fair but tenuous might,

Of a pleasant spread and continuous gait.



And for I that have ferried my heart to thee,

For seven quick year in a merry dance,

Under branch of plum, lemon and tulip tree,

Have waltzed and tangoed in romance,

With the fiery soul of a man possessed,

In fits of passion and spells of lyric,

Do find now that I only mimic,

But as it is her I must be blessed.



I cannot utter my true destination,

For lost in love I have no path,

Except the hope to better our station,

In chords of wisdom and the beauty of art.

Yet she cries that this not be enough,

So my belly dives in a restless sleep,

Of nightmare, waking and wanderings deep,

And the morning rise arrives abrupt.



I shall no longer dip into this sticky tallow,

That calls my mind back along the trail,

Of luminous pastures placed now fallow,

That adheres to my heart like a weeping child.

Instead I will grin and chuckle aloud,

To the merriment of the life within,

That asks me not where I have been,

But just knows my mind cannot be found.