"If in the end I should conquer, glorious will be the victory; but I shall owe it to the Queen of Angels, under whose protection I place myself. She is my refuge & my defense; the tower of the house of David, on whose walls hang innumerable shields & the armor of many valiant champions; the cedar of Lebanon, which puts the serpent to flight."
Juan Valera ~1824-1905
Through the maze, fog and eloquent prose;
all that Remains is what we Expose.
I Compose, You Oppose,
Still waters Run deep
Serendipity simply Flows
I Propose, let’s not Transpose!
Rather ..Enjoy this repose
I shall not Impose nor Enclose
What Remains is what now Glows:
A soul akin that You Chose…
And a memory of a scented rose…
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