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Aug 2015
Passion is violent but not durable
And once the race has been run
What is left but contemplation
Vast and fertile
Horizons always beckoning
A test of true love
Loyalty and devotion
To a promise that has cooled
As does beauty of the flesh
Yet the fire of life remains
As does inner warmth
The love of the heart aches
And taking its place
Is the love of virtue
Enduring strength of the spirit
Like a lighthouse across the sea
Guiding those who wish to cross
To live within its purpose
Of a life never consumed with the end
But instead with how it is lived
Remembering the days when passion set its sails
And the winds of loving you cast their spell
Mark Lecuona
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