Maybe more than love was needed.
All my love was not enough.
Reason is but rarely heeded.
Talk means little at the trough.
Icons look good on the wall.
Nothing changes but the names.
Love is merely protocol.
Undiluted fear remains.
The life is fast, the changes slow.
Hope must be its own reward.
Eventually, the undertow
Returns, returns towards times untoward.
Kings build castles in the sand.
Infinity awaits the tide.
None can settle on the strand.
Grace must live with fratricide.
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