But To Inspire

Surely I am beautiful, on mortals trust, I truly do not rely, like mighty portals of stone, on my bosom is heavy like a tonne,

Sometimes each mortal is wounded in turn, I look around and see them letting go in form, like the silent lover, whose aim is only, but to inspire,

So many perspire to reform, but as the soul that never returns, we all retire to inform of our lonely homes, of our loss, in turn, nevertheless, we are all in tune.

Long time no see my friends, it's been a while.

Sincerely @izge