Philip
Stained glass castle
with teakwood walls
fingers heating up the keys
sent soulful down the halls
Leather bound book of Paris
from 1928
maps of streets which know your feet
which your return do wait
Scent of Monaco on your sweater
sand from it's beach in your shoes
You're no longer called a traveler
by these cities you chose to peruse
Home is transient sunshine
through the window at the end of the hall
Love is the way you respond to your friends
when at their wit's end they do call
We hope wherever you are
you carry our names as we part
We value your wisdom and count on your friendship
we wear your tattoo on our hearts.
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