Loyalty wears me like the Queen wore her coats: always
I crossed my heart with loyalty and hoped to die
My oath, my honor, summer, winter
My law and order
Loyalty is the wind is air of de facto
My door never not painfully ajar
I am skating in the morning before the crowds
The rink is as mediative as the prayer I never stopped whispering for you
On my knees at bedside, on my hands at your side, on my feet on the ice
Change as you might, as you will
Bryant Park is a living room for the sun
It’s door never not blazingly ajar
I am in it dancing to The Cure
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