MarkMellor

Mark Mellor...
... is a brother from Colorado whom I find to be "a mystery, an enigma".   Not really, but I thought I'd just say that. He just returned from an adventure in Australia that sounded like a whole lotta fun... you know, one of those trips of a lifetime that gives you fond memories of fun times with good friends.

Mark is intrigued with the theory of "retroactivity continuity" or "retcon". If I remember right, that means that you take true history and go back retroactively to put a spin on it to help "explain" subsequent events the way a person wants to see it. Then people thereafter think that's what really happened and it isn't exactly.   It's an actual thing but at the same time quite Star Trekkie.   Now, only Mark would know about such a thing as retcon!

Here are heartfelt poetry he wrote that I like a lot.   Thanks for letting me post it here, Mark, and for letting me use your real name, even though I don't use mine.   I know, sometimes life is not fair!

The Perfect Woman Looking for the Perfect Man
by Mark Mellor

From the early days of my tender youth,
while just a small child I laid in bed.
And all that captivated my mind's eye,
was that dancing image there in my head.
The image of a hope so real and pure,
of a wish whose taste was oh how sweet.
A vision of pure symmetrical beauty,
that I from that day forward had to meet!

As the years rolled by and faces appeared,
the search got clearer and clearer still.
For I knew that the day was drawing close,
when this blessed hope would itself fulfill.

Then it happened in a stunning moment,
there she stood with such grace and charm.
With the glow so radiant it left me dazed,
yet with a fragile side I wished not to harm.

So gently I expressed my sincere interest,
as our whole worlds focused on one another.
And as I spoke from the heart to my sister,
I offered her my hand as her loyal brother.

With fearful anxiety gripping my heart,
"The perfect girl have I found," I did say.
Then came the crushing dagger to my heart,
when said she, "I have not found him today."

"Who," I did ask, "have you not found today?"
for I had thought I had found my future wife.
Then with a worried look she did reveal:
"The boy I've looked for my entire life!"

And as I stood there hoping to cope,
one cold truth did itself then reveal.
Love unreturned is the harshest of things,
and so my broken heart I must now heal.

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