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Michael

He is the hope of a child

wrapped in the body of a man.

He is one hundred years of wisdom

over an eighteen year span.

He is the pleasure of my past

and the excitement of my future.

He is a dream without slumber.

He is a heart-mending suture.

He is a constellation,

painted across the blackest night sky.

He is a song without words.

He is a natural high.

He is enlightenment--extreme awareness

He is selfless temperance.

He is humility and fairness.

He is the very deepest oceans

and tallest of trees.

He is the shore upon the sand.

He is a summer breeze.

He is an epic love story

masked behind tragedies of war.

He is pure.

He is love.

He is everything and more

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Apr 4, 2010
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