For bruno's birthday

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What though the night be dark, the skies be moonless,
The forest tangled, and the path o’ergrown?
No-one reaches your age intact and woundless;
But those who matter know to carry on.

You hurt, grimace, and cry? You still are strong;
For strength’s not marble, not untouched above.
Strength prays and suffers, weeps and still lasts long
Strength bears and wrestles, for she knows she’s love.

Comments

[bruno-greengras.livejournal.com]

You really think this fits me, whiny sod that I am? ;)

I'll do my best not to disappoint you, then.
*ruffles Fabio's hair*
Thanks. :)