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O Father of intricate dimension, "grant me a sister I prayed," "All in due time young one, all in due time." He said. But the years rolled on & the horizon stretched his bones in his stratospheric bed, Still my hunger for a younger affection was never quite fed. "Father, Father!" One day I called out, "have You forgotten my request?" "Son, I am appalled & insulted that you'd think I'd think of your request any less." "Forgive me Father, it just seems to be taking so long." "Who combs the hair of the oceans & places a glimpse of Heaven in every bird's song?" So I waited. All the while, the sun hang up his coat at the close of every day & the moon bowed her head, old, withering, gray. Soon Time's old artistic hand began to erase my memories, & with them went my unanswered request, It was blown from my mind, white-washed from my soul, but there is One who never forgets. The One who tucks the sun in His shirt pocket; One who the rich winds pay respect. I will not tell you how my sister came to be for that is a tale for another time, I will, however, tell you she stands here besides me penning these very lines, A personified proof of love from One not conducted by Time's familiar chime, His answer to me from above, My Valentine.
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Mar 23, 2014
Mar 23, 2014 at 10:41 AM UTC
On Another's Behalf.
O Father of intricate dimension, "grant me a sister I prayed," "All in due time young one, all in due time." He said. But the years rolled on & the horizon stretched his bones in his stratospheric bed, Still my hunger for a younger affection was never quite fed. "Father, Father!" One day I called out, "have You forgotten my request?" "Son, I am appalled & insulted that you'd think I'd think of your request any less." "Forgive me Father, it just seems to be taking so long." "Who combs the hair of the oceans & places a glimpse of Heaven in every bird's song?" So I waited. All the while, the sun hang up his coat at the close of every day & the moon bowed her head, old, withering, gray. Soon Time's old artistic hand began to erase my memories, & with them went my unanswered request, It was blown from my mind, white-washed from my soul, but there is One who never forgets. The One who tucks the sun in His shirt pocket; One who the rich winds pay respect. I will not tell you how my sister came to be for that is a tale for another time, I will, however, tell you she stands here besides me penning these very lines, A personified proof of love from One not conducted by Time's familiar chime, His answer to me from above, My Valentine.
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Ugandan
Mar 23, 2014
Mar 23, 2014 at 10:41 AM UTC
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