Valentine's sweet remembrance of humanities' greatest virtue. Selfless giving admist the stormy days of mortality. Eleven and half years in forging a bond meant to spand the length of time, to reach the furthest realms space, the edge of matter and light. What greater mountain do we traverse to see the reaches of our little infant kingdom. Eleven and half simple years. We have passed like a great Captian, with his noble ship, through the tempest to the warm sun ever shinning for the persistent. Though the ship may be battered, it wears it's weathering well. Eleven and half years with my greatest blessing. A small tribute for her sacrifice.
Be strong!
We are not here to play -- to dream, to drift.
We have hard work to do and loads to lift.
Shun not the struggle -- face it; tis God's gift.
Be strong!
Say not the days are hard. Who's to blame?
Do we hide beneath our complaints and hide our heads in shame?
We must stand up; serve, smile, flirt, laugh, then kneel in God's name.
Be strong!
It matter not how weary the day when we know our right from wrong,
How hard the battle goes, the day how long;
Faint not -- fight on! Tomorrow comes the song.
(Written by Tonia Dec. 2004)
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