(I apologise for my excessive use of ellipses, but it's my blog and I'll snip if I want to ;))
This is not love perhaps...
But something written in lighter ink, said in a lower tone:
Something perhaps especially our own...
A need for inns on roads, islands in seas, halts for discoveries to be shared,
Maps checked and notes compared...
A.S.J. Tessimond
(Why? Because it speaks of promise and compromise; an alternative and/or settling for. At first it was refreshing, but later it seemed pitiful. That said, the 'inns', 'islands', 'halts' and 'maps' remind me of special times. I think/fear I will always be on the move; it's comforting to have someone/s content to be inns on those roads.)
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