He laughs
and we can't help laughing
He cares
and we learn to care
He loves freely
so we are free to love
He weeps,
and we too can mourn
He fights,
so we can keep fighting but
He dreams
so we too, can dream
He fails sometimes,
so we can fail, too, yet
He dares,
so we still can dare.
He's mortal,
so we can know loss, yet
He's constant,
so we can hold true
Oh and did I mention?
He's a golden, quick-silver, cerulean, graceful, bronzed whirlwind
named Iolaus?
written in June' 2000
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