So it goes in a far away land by the sea, a boy built his palace so grand.He filled the cracks with emotion and sand.
Created a garden that florished with mazes that covered this land.
Piece by piece he kept up his land to 23 years span.
His age caught up and distiquished this man.
He wondered if there would come along a traveler to take his hand.
The years grew long and his hair filled around the rosey irish cheeks and his hands.
Love he gave and love remained in his beautiful heart so grand.
His wisdom was matched by no other man.
Legend says that he still keeps his garden and fills his cracks with emotion and sand in that far away land.
His heart knows no other than the grasp of his followers hand.
You see that it is not always what we think is right or just that happens in the end.
Love need not be in the palace we build but with dedication and hard work love can fulfill and for lifetime stand!
I dedicate this story to a wonderful man that I look to when my times get tough. He is always there to hold my hand. I know that there is no one that can understand me like him and even though sometimes he thinks that medication could be the right route, I still love him. Life is never a blank canvas for me but he takes that time to look for the underlying brush strokes to see who I can become. I trust that he knows who he is, but I think that the one thing that he and all that read me needs to see is his name. Thanks Michael for all that you do. I can not thank you in words, but I can tell you that my soul is at peace after we talk. I don't know what I would do without you. I can't wait to come out to San Francisco to see you and finally meet the miracle worker that is my myth.
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