Treasured Always


Measure the magic one word contains
On the lips of royalty most favored,
Exultant peroration, its poetry pertains
To the subject your soul most savored.

Picture the thousand rushing to paint
A rotunda surrounded in color,
Its prismatic passions blushing a saint...
Nonetheless, in compare, seemingly duller

Than the few I honor in special display,
Esteemed in the heart's pictured hallways,
Words cherished both yesterday and today,
None more than these two, "Treasured always".


--Don Juan de Feu

 

 

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