Fortitude
Solid as a Rock full of butterflys.
Mye tummy cries and turns away from me.
Worry comes to call and rears its ugly fangs.
When a person loves someone and it seems they go away.
All thoughts of working and of self just fade and drop away.
The only thing that works is SEEing them again.
Just marking time in pencil writing without ink.
Learning of the fortitude I need to stand complete.
I knoe she loves me this I think.
I contemplate the things I dew as the shadows thicken in the midst of me as I
vainly try to carry on in some kind of fortitude. I even listened to our song as sung
by ewe.
Yes I found the Love ewe gave to me.
It is the beating of my heart, my fortitude.
We dew love, as I love ewe.
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