There is no proper syntax to express how I feel
No portrait with all its ambience or lore can display the imagery of my heart
No sonority, melodies, or arrangement of harmonies can generate sounds to convey my disposition
The prolongation of moments with you bare weight
with in my mind I held the fabrication that I possessed the strength
The strength of Samson
But reality never strays to far from dreams
I have faltered
My back has given out
My legs no longer stand strong
The hair i once wore which was the pinnacle of my strength
has been removed from my scalp
But I last even though my strength has departed
I will remain beneath this weight until I regain the strength
To hoist the weight again.