As into your senescence you descend
I'm glad that one such as you calls me "friend".
For though the many miles do intervene,
my heart has kept you ever captive as its Queen.
I esteem the many laughs, and games we played;
your voice a balm that keeps me cool and antegrade.
Should I perish, what I'd cherish is your presence,
when from within my entropy rips effervescence.
I ask: which joyous Fate or Furie didst me bring
this companion heart who causes mine to sing?
For her constellation in the sky is bright,
forever will she be my sole and guiding light.
(dedicated to "Cassiopeia", my dear heart)
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