For the universe always finds a way;
Through calculated moments and articulated decisions
To keep the balance by shuffling and distancing the connected pieces;
Within a finger's touch, but never in its full grasp,
(The Curse of self).

Nevertheless, I'll reminisce with satisfaction,
The delicate and sincere parts of yourself,
You cautiously yet willingly offered;
As requested by the passionate stare in my eyes,
The thoughtfulness of my selected words
And the calmness of my voice.
(Worlds and Seasons).

An absolute resolution,
Of the ageless predicament,
Which plagues the...