With this wondrous load of fragile promise,
We emerge from tropical enchantment, -
A time of loving giggles, warm bodies-
Struck by awe, yet also insouciant.
Inconstant is our hold, now strong, now weak-
When empty words we speak get royal weight
Surely this we can't want and cannot seek-
We must at times assert, and dominate
Conformity to the inane, and shield
This wondrous thing, this tender, fragile load.
Must blood flow- and bliss be a battlefield?
Paparazzi and lies fight what we hold,
Tug and tussle for our fragile promise
Which is man's guide, and protects from follies.
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