Grace! That I've finally found this long lost love,
A treasure desired for so many fleeting years,
And now I discover it in the most unlikely of place,
A place we once vowed to never be.

She thrives on her endeavors, rich with success,
While I toil in mine, struggling with each step.
This writer writes on.
But by the hundredth line, he's adrift,
Like the Saviour, he leaves the ninety-nine behind,
To find this one sentence to make it whole.


But this writer, wrong about love,
Can save his character, write his comedy,
Yet his life unfolds a tragedy,
Not even...