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!

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