the idea that should you lose all you possess,
life, beauty, is, still, always, with you
is a powerful belief.
so much so I insist
that I give each line,
each moment of mind,
a single moment of time
and let it sing with rhyme—
as though the words were all mine—
that you may believe me true—
o what more could words ever do;
what is life but to move!
and what is love but to choose!