My dear Barold,
Remember you by...
     The Gentle giant,
     Gigantic genus of
     Sweet flair persona.
Of the darkest nights,
On brightest of days.
Caring so ever,
Suredly Intriguing.
With Mind of one of a kind,
Brilliance of a genius
Heard by platitude on timeless
Encounters of loudly fun.
   Sharing smirky joke along
   With infectious laughter,
Followed with the infamous,
Long contemptuous glare
Of deep brown stare.
Crowned with your loving lips
"Princess Precious"...
Closeness so often distant.
I just want to tell you
Dear Barold...
(extract: poem and artwork by maryla wilson)

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