Hmm maybe I lost my readers LOL. No the poem is about the will. No other facualty of the human spirit is more well I lack words for it. How this will is always present and swayed. How it is lost sometimes. How it always seems to poping up in the good times as well as the bad. Infatuation is just a part of the will. Such a strange thing a will is. So good and evil it baffles the mind at least my small one anyways. Thanks for da input lady's and gent's I'm aloof once more to the wind I hail!!!!!!
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