YOU MEET THEM IN HARBOURS, ALONG MANY SHORES.
YOU SEE THEM LAY PEACEFULLY ON OLD DECKS AFLOAT
SOMETIMES YOU FIND ONE WHO DWELLS
FAR FROM THE SEA, YET THEY ARE BRETHERN.
YOU MAY EVEN FIND THEM IN TRENDY BISTROS
MINGLED IN THE EXCITED HORDE,
IN THE MIDST OF A CROWD IN MEANINGLESS CHATTER,
AMONG THOUSANDS SO DIFFERENT, THEY ARE WITHOUT EQUAL.
THEY ARE AIR IN THE WIND
WITHOUT REST, WITHOUT PAUSE
OF THE EARTH THEY ARE FIRE, WITH A SCENT OF THE SEA.
ALTHOUGH THEY ARE NO CHERUBES, THEY KNOW HOW TO LOVE.
THEIR LIVES SPENT IN FIGHTING,
THEIR CLUTCHING HANDS SOOTHE,
THEY ARE DIFFICULT TO JUDGE,
ONLY FEW CAN UNDESTAND.
THEY SMILE HAPPILY IN THE STORM,
THEY SHED TEARS FOR FLOWERS UNBLOOMED,
THEY WILL NEVER BOW THEIR HEADS,
THEY WILL SHELTER THE NEWBORN'S HEART,
THEY ARE AIR IN THE WIND
THAT NEVER FINDS REST.
ALTHOUGH THEY ARE NO CHERUBES, THEY ARE ABLE TO FLY,
THEY ARE THE MEN WHO TRULY CAN LOVE.

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