My love.

I read, reread and pondered. I lament on the death of chivalry and romance. Thank you for allowing me to witness the tenacity of your justice against that heavy leaden man. I was dazzled by you--truly. I was lost in my gaze as you confronted his porch & paunch framer; I imagine him a burping belching man, with no love of language, no love of life and no relationship with the oxygen in the air that he breathes. You dealt with the gravity of this man's low level of domesticity and still now you truck on. Whatever you do, you make more spectacular. Doesn't matter how quotidian or mundane the thought is to stand up to the prejudices many others ignore--you're up for it--and I love that. You're the footprint that glimmers wherever you go yoojunga.