A bit of poetry from my days at WCC (senior college days for moi):
Endless
Searching all my heart
yet here is all I pinpoint...
a secret passion set apart
and finding all "fire" must be joint.
Soaring on the wings of a dove,
striving in all that one can...
questing for endless love--
nonexistant among any "man."
He searched, he seeked, he found me;
The only one offering this affection.
The sins of life ground me here on Earth,
but not without his reflection.
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