Rhetoric I

In the grandeur of rhetoric’s design, “Oh! What a gorgeous body in her prime!” Proclaimed with pride, a lavish boast, “I am beautiful, rich, and fabulous host.” With notions grand, a life defined, “My concept’s best, my religion aligned. My melanin glows, skin pink and smooth, I am the epitome of life’s sweet groove.” But time, relentless, does not relent, “Just as it flies, our moment spent.” In echoes past, where greatness thrives, “We are but memories, our legacy survives.” Like rhetoric’s art, we strive to impress, To leave a mark, to boldly express. Yet in this chase, what truly endures, “Our legacy of love, forever ensures.” For beauty fades, and riches wane, Concepts shift, religions rearrange. But love, in its pure and timeless grace, Leaves a mark no time can erase. So let us ponder, in this fleeting night, The essence of life’s grandest flight. Beyond the rhetoric, the boasts we say, Love’s legacy is what will truly stay.