My dear island home,
I bow before your plentiful graces,
You gave me much and as such,
I could not bear the loss of British faces.
My dear lifelong task,
Great comfort I take in deeper things,
From the Athenian foe, to Dante and Poe,
Lost would I be with no such wings.
My dear guiding light,
Your ways and your values resonate in me,
Every day, it is the martial way,
Deprived and lost I would be.
Senza di te.
My dear base and aid.
You were always there when I needed you most,
From family and friends, pure joy extends,
Thoughts of loss I dare not host.
My beloved companion,
Where are you now?
One day to find, our fates entwined?
What is the point without the love you endow?
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