Here it comes - the love again
For Opuss women, Opuss men.
Tireless in igniting dreams
And bringing beauty to these streams
Your writing, so alluring, spins
Across the seven deadly sins
It revs me up, it brings me down
To earth when I'm a star-eyed clown
And evermore you fail to bore,
Reminding me what words are for.
The women - no greater beauties find
Who are as beautiful of mind
As bloom in Opuss' marble pages
Such feist and friendship, queens of ages.
The men, ablaze with fire and wit
Don't stand for rank, oppressive shit
But offer such energy, brother to brother,
To make his words legend, and heard like no other.
And both may bring laughter,
The price of love's giving
But behind that one photo's
A master at living.
For none may see deeper
Or richer 'by pen'
Than my fair Opuss women, my brave Opuss men.
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