Goes Without Saying

I dare say,
I'm proned to celebrating most all inalienable rights
as with the other lofty, idealistic dribble in our constitution;

at any rate,
the point I'm making here is rather sacred.
I'm speaking of the sporadic, irreverent visitations, and viewings in the library of my heart.

In other words,
those morsels, and tid-bits that assist us in conjuring up the past;
re-animating memories into the here, and now;
and tickling the hairs, in certain places.

Needless to say,
a tainted recollection of a shadows past won't do, at all;
for I require accuracy, and truth to light each episode.

My only fear,
rests solely on my own accuracy
when returning all of the volumes back to their shelves
cutting short, my visit to the misery of today.

You should know,
highlighted in this library are
the myriad of archives depicting the treasured moments that we've shared;
outcomes aside, each moment's been preserved for each lesson's value.

Souvenirs,
time's way of reminding us that, the magic we have shared
only was, do to our lack of expectations
which helped turn mundanity to thrill, and mediocrity to adventure!

But I digress,
for even my carefully selected words cannot tell
how finessed dreams, vaporous hope, and the crystal shards of love,
joined along with fate's serendipity
to illustrate a magic, that goes without saying.