For Anastasia Poem by Greg Young

There was not one piece of your beauty that God failed in-
as if you were put here for no purpose-but proof.

I misused so many moments of our November
when you asked me
to be more than a boy

but I was a boy,
a quite a boy.

Fearless and Cunning and Kingly.

I'm sure your curves have changed
this many year gone,
and I'm not that fearless anymore,

but I still look
for the arch of your brow
in every woman that passes-

I Do.

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