You're the Fairest of them All

Two red falls to cold winter turned
since you, fair friend, I did behold
You were filled with fret and you yearned
to scream, but grace I had discerned

Many-a-lunar cycle passed
Without a mere murmur spared
But energy came in a blast
and happenings left me aghast

You told of ships over the sea
and the falling horizon too
You told of you, you told of me
and when I left you told of glee

I sit now on this humble chair
in the adolescence of life
Through disbelief, you're in my prayer
For you, fair friend, are truly rare

The End

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