Carpe Diem

I felt the warmth of life’s embrace

And found the truth in her loving gaze.

Hear me Universe, I have my North Star.

So close and yet so far.

A Pope said it best

 Whoever thinks a faultless piece to see,
Thinks what ne'er was, nor is, nor e'er shall be.
In ev'ry work regard the writer's end,
Since none can compass more than they intend;
And if the means be just, the conduct true,
Applause, in spite of trivial faults, is due.