I love Idealists,
The few sincere,
That still exist,
They're soft and kind
And bear in mind,
Those that have suffered,
And that life,
Has left behind
And Those,
That for lost Love,
Have pined.
I wish the world
Were made of such,
Poet-Idealists
That live above,
The petty line,
And still can find
A star to kiss
And a verse,
For all
To leave, behind.
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Idealism, one of the greatest goods. This is such a wonderful poem