Not all tasks are seen to completion,
Many people in the course of battle remit,
But y -- you encompass the heart of a champion,
That cando Latino spirit.
A three-year peregrination,
Culminated by a night you won't soon forget --
Indeed, I recall when and where it all began,
The classroom in which we first met;
Then, high was the sun,
As were the numbers on the thermostat --
It was difficult to sit in class, pay attention,
And ward off the beads of sweat --
Moreover...it didn't help to have near me such a beautiful person,
Even when far away from me you sat.
Not all tasks are seen to completion,
Many people in the course of battle remit;
But you encompass the heart of a champion,
That cando Latino spirit...
When others exclaim they can't, you say, "Yes, I can!"
And persevere until the job is finished.
When summer ceded to autumn,
I began to loosen up a little;
The class learned of my fondness for Bryan Adams,
While my affection for you I wasn't as eager to tell --
Not vouchsafe to them,
But to you without shticks or frills --
Yet, at the same time, it couldn't be ho-hum,
Because -- with you -- I didn't...want...to...fail.
I really wanted you, and still do to some degree,
But perhaps it's not meant for our lives to be woven into one tapestry.
From my soul's recesses...
I spoke the words that longed to be freed --
Well, rather, those words I expressed,
In a form a la Coleridge and Keats,
Really, Love, I tried my damnedest,
But nonetheless failed to succeed --
Lesson learned: The breadth of a harvest,
Isn't always proportionate to the number of sewn seeds --
Please heed this knowledge, Genesis,
As unto the future you, with caution, proceed.
The tasks that are to completion seen through,
Don't always produce the desired result --
But of all the things you can do,
Never blame yourself and say, "It's all my fault."
I blamed myself and found fault within,
Wondered what I could've done differently,
To elude your heart's cordon,
And be the one to make you happy;
There would've been no greater guerdon --
Save making it to Heaven -- than being your one and only...
...
As with any failure, there is little consolation,
Knowing you gave your all only to come up empty --
So, as you ready for the next phase after graduation,
If ever during your journey should you grow weary,
Simply recall the Lord's oblation;
Know He wouldn't have done it for just anybody.
You are somebody, and always remember...
You encompass the heart of a champion,
That cando Latino spirit...
When others say they can't, you exclaim, "Yes, I can!"
And persevere until the job is finished.
- Kevin B. Waring
Culminated by a night you won't soon forget --
Indeed, I recall when and where it all began,
The classroom in which we first met;
Then, high was the sun,
As were the numbers on the thermostat --
It was difficult to sit in class, pay attention,
And ward off the beads of sweat --
Moreover...it didn't help to have near me such a beautiful person,
Even when far away from me you sat.
Not all tasks are seen to completion,
Many people in the course of battle remit;
But you encompass the heart of a champion,
That cando Latino spirit...
When others exclaim they can't, you say, "Yes, I can!"
And persevere until the job is finished.
When summer ceded to autumn,
I began to loosen up a little;
The class learned of my fondness for Bryan Adams,
While my affection for you I wasn't as eager to tell --
Not vouchsafe to them,
But to you without shticks or frills --
Yet, at the same time, it couldn't be ho-hum,
Because -- with you -- I didn't...want...to...fail.
I really wanted you, and still do to some degree,
But perhaps it's not meant for our lives to be woven into one tapestry.
From my soul's recesses...
I spoke the words that longed to be freed --
Well, rather, those words I expressed,
In a form a la Coleridge and Keats,
Really, Love, I tried my damnedest,
But nonetheless failed to succeed --
Lesson learned: The breadth of a harvest,
Isn't always proportionate to the number of sewn seeds --
Please heed this knowledge, Genesis,
As unto the future you, with caution, proceed.
The tasks that are to completion seen through,
Don't always produce the desired result --
But of all the things you can do,
Never blame yourself and say, "It's all my fault."
I blamed myself and found fault within,
Wondered what I could've done differently,
To elude your heart's cordon,
And be the one to make you happy;
There would've been no greater guerdon --
Save making it to Heaven -- than being your one and only...
...
As with any failure, there is little consolation,
Knowing you gave your all only to come up empty --
So, as you ready for the next phase after graduation,
If ever during your journey should you grow weary,
Simply recall the Lord's oblation;
Know He wouldn't have done it for just anybody.
You are somebody, and always remember...
You encompass the heart of a champion,
That cando Latino spirit...
When others say they can't, you exclaim, "Yes, I can!"
And persevere until the job is finished.
- Kevin B. Waring
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