A Grand Master - A Special Guy

A truly emboldened,
Quite detailed honey!
He spent forty years
With an age thirty bunny…
He drove things quite quickly,
With sweet, treasured pride -
Love’s greatest gifts
Seem relayed, specified…

The blindness of meanness
Releases resolve;
The kind which we pardon,
The beefs which we solve…
His years may be termed
To be major in glory -
Yet some perceive newness,
For a semblance not gory…

Aware of the closeness,
Flared tummies in range.
Invites that sweet journey,
A condition not strange.
We don’t deny age -
His astute observations,
Lay convincing, old credits
And perceived reservations!