TO BE READ ONE DAY
Oh, Robin, how I love you! Such a lad so sweet and kind,
So wholesome and so talented, so gentle and refined,
A source of praise and envy of all mothers of the town,
You never cease to please me, and you hardly make me frown.
And Rénard too, so keen and introspective, you too are
My pride and joy, whene'er you ponder deeply, wide and far,
Or write such words which, when they're brought to tune, astound all men:
They weep in joy and call, 'Sublime! Encore, come sing again!'
And how you love each other, such a fine fraternity,
Each other you will aid at will for an eternity;
Your rows will be so brief and few, and lessen every year:
You are my most beloved, both of you I most endear.
And then I am awoken back at my days, those in which
I've yet to find my man or wife, with whom I shall be hitched,
In which you've yet to come into this world, my lovely sons:
But fear not: you will both be born, not all is said and done.
An Cat Dubh, 25.12.08
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