Weeding
An epic scattered with fleeting desires and elusive instincts,
Thoughts punctuate one's waking hours from dawn till dusk.
What of those ecstatic raptures glimpsed by mere intuition—
A melancholy procession of the soul’s unease—laid upon the altars
Of records played and extravagant discourse? Yes,
True Love is eternal. It swiftly follows
Physical well-being, embellishing life’s joys,
A driving force behind the will to remain
Within the union. To cherish, caress, and coddle,
To squeal with delight, camp out, dance, comfort, and Love—
This is an essence found in the naked truth
Of all those whom life illuminates.
Let us say that man’s otherwise bland nature
Takes on a unique radiance when a smile anchors him to his partner.
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