Imperial sessions elegantly attract;
Where-as sloppy expressions recede and contract!
I know who you are, and I reach for you still;
Like the restless, beating heart of an adventurous Will!
The intoxicating scent of empathy’s path;
Sprayed with confusion at death’s senseless wrath!
Yet as children reside to hug, laugh, and sing;
We will become a compassionate thing!
You who instruct my heart beat so fast;
Think so little of yourself in contrast!
Could be our delicate wings CAN SO fly;
So we try, and we try, and we try, and we try…