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All tumult stilled and silent
Arms that surge with newfound strength,
A heart that pounds and aches.
Where once storms would wreck and damage
Now there is strength, stillness.
For one who needed movement, always
With understanding of peace, came a love for it
And yet, a lust for adventure,
A need and a drive to see not the world,
just the parts of it that contain things most precious
Places where the likes of Aphrodite and Hestia trod
Leaving behind the likes of love and family behind the world has never seen
For pieces of life that once were enigma
Are now knowledge that fill, and provide strength
the knowledge that in scant years, the name Jones will claim another.
All these things and more, you provide.
My Desert Rose, and my own lady of the emerald isle