Toward a Hope inflamed with Deep Passion--
at its Timorous, Virginal Altar,
where there is Nothing by Comparison
but a Poem made of the Mixed Race romance
between my Parents from Two Different Worlds...
In her Refuge he built his Own Coming
home. Together as all of the Seasons
of Time that round out the Weather on Earth
a Love that which Propels these Lines by Facts
of Strength and Human Kindness in Marriage,
They Appear wearing a Dress and a Coat
in the Garden of a Square in Paris
as if we Children had never been Born,
Embraced in each other's Arms when they Kiss.
at its Timorous, Virginal Altar,
where there is Nothing by Comparison
but a Poem made of the Mixed Race romance
between my Parents from Two Different Worlds...
In her Refuge he built his Own Coming
home. Together as all of the Seasons
of Time that round out the Weather on Earth
a Love that which Propels these Lines by Facts
of Strength and Human Kindness in Marriage,
They Appear wearing a Dress and a Coat
in the Garden of a Square in Paris
as if we Children had never been Born,
Embraced in each other's Arms when they Kiss.
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