A subtle move of the violinist’s hands,
And the magnetic moment of electron,
A lonely conquer to some no man’s lands,
And the Great Wall and Parthenon’s perfection,
They are remarkable achievements, while
I seek a target closer but not smaller;
It’s in the newly-wedded couple’s smile,
And in an infant’s look of vivid color,
It’s in a sigh for unrequited wait,
In arms of father’s or in mother’s kiss,
And in the long hug at an airport gate,
In tears for soldier resting in the bliss;
I ask no statue, but find it enough
To be by someone loved, and be in love.
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❧ February 8, 2021