Quintessence.
It is truly yours
Belonging to both
This single point
Examine and ponder it
Established once
Polished complete
By agony pleasured
Ruminate and reflect
Cite and believe it
In it’s finality
Of defined setting
Intimate and echo it
Holding on
Here at the end of all
What was there to think about?
Copyright © Charles Fuller | Year Posted 2006
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