if one day a semblance of you appeared before me
I will trust that the gods have blessed
the day and I will forever cherish it.
the masses seem weak in heart
for the mortal thicket
secretes the desires of lust
that cannot trump the love
that burns in your heart dear penelope
which never falters___.
so true and great it is
that the masses would evince anger and jealously
at a love that exists so immense as yours
and they would all proceed to drown themselves in the