She.... Is,

     Hopeful in the remainder of our story yet to be told, As I rummage through quiet dismay, Her dreams are eternal and I'm unquenchable aging damned and yet to my dismay undying, Grace is forever and yet heaven isn't lovely or holy, It's a spire of elite and unto the rest; Denying...

In lieu of our participation in,

The ever present watching,

Of each other's course!