Every 4/10, I miss you, tho I've never met you. But how I wish I had the chance. You were brave and naive. A transient combination through which we all must pass.
And the passing is important.
The world is never as simple as we initially see it and never so pliable as the effects of love would need.
But love should be the motive force alone, with all things else driven by it's engine. It's tears capable alone of melting the stone of cold confused hearts. It's allowance and understanding providing the needed space of introspection. And it's bonding agents compelling the clear and long view of logic, which births the fires of ingenuity in the interest of the survival of those dearest.
And yours was an engine regal and rife with possibility. The chambers of it's heart engorged with the wonderful and angry energy of righteous concern. Fighting through the manufactured confusion into the bright sonlight of truth with tears and majesty and children under your wings.
Bel Dan
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