Not pauses blowing hot, not the red kind,
Our seasons bear eternally a kiss,
Like fabric draped on time, never amiss
That from years' luster sweet kinship, I find,
Sweet dew to quell a thirsting quite enshrined
With gentle sways to learn, to care , I tease.
And breath expresses my warmth, to say this,
To be refreshed and always hold love signed.
So come, dear ones, we’ll trail on endless strands
That melt into this bay of aqua-blue,
Beyond the rising blooms, near palm trees’ nest
Where Indian Soul wheels above the sands,
And Ontario Nymph glides faithful, so true
For only then shall I feel wholly blessed.
For the Dedication Contest