Years it had been
Pain was his routine
slept in Penury, comforted by Wilt
awaiting Utopia, drowned by Love,
he was held captive
Leap of Faith knew then she
was behooved be taken
by this lonely man whose
Life demands be spent in the realm
of arduous Parentage
So he went
To the greenest fields
to the whitest snows,
frozen, nostalgic, endured
"Liberty, I breathe!"
his eyes would show
it had been years,
Yes! it had been years
Returning, anticipating
all with Vicissitude
Affluence, he achieved!
captive no more, indeed!
never did he leave his duty,
accountable in all ways
he is Home
Only, he discern not what awaits,
indistinct, unrecognized,
he was changed
Diffidence, Love, Chastity, gone!
but never shall he heed for,
apart from Mind, no one he believed
- Beatrees
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