All the best
For her bountiful days
As she steamrolls poised
From shore to shore

All the very best
For whom she seeks
Housed in their valor
And forged in dismay

And yet the shadows
Lurk, in each rose-laden verse
I dispense
Bitter-cold and false

All the very best
Rings, untrue
Withered and trite
The disdain
I silently bear