Pompons

My gallant hero- no more an imagined apparition. You infuse peaceful inspiration wherever your blessed presence wanders. I aspire to be in your light-filled league. You reflect a myriad of shards of sophisticated experience across all. I am ever consumed by the hunger to glimpse you. I can all but touch the soles of your celestial being; feel warm comfort and sanctuary beneath your soft, benevolent wing. Beloved Mahatma how eagerly I would pin rainbow pompons to your beautiful rig in recognition of your victorious achievements, exalt you to the rank of soul-mate of my fleet. Oh what blissful joy to take your hand and dance on the deck of my darling dreamboat as it sails into the dusk. Sweet valiant, defender of truth and virtue.