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how is it you ended up, over there 
across that great divide, 
of time, of land and space 
and now that I'm aware, 
there is no one else 
who could ever take your place 
oh! how they try 
with words so sweet 
promises of bliss 
and tasty treats, 
seductive plans 
of extraordinary means 
and yet, 
they pale. 
next to what I know of you 
next to any thought, 
it's true 
how can I explain 
this attraction of our souls 
the fire builds each time we speak 
it knows no end 
and flames ahead 
consuming lesser foils, 
leaving them 
stone, cold dead. 
without a chance 
without a prayer, 
they fade against your brilliance seen 
and blow away with the morning breeze 
toward that distant span 
of no return, 
what are we to do? 
the challenge waits, 
anticipates 
with a knowing smile ...

The Challenge