Stephanie is always quite Schuur of herself — with good reason.
The world is hers, and she knows where she is at all times,
And she basks in the glory of youth.
Her love waits in the desert,
for her to quench his thirst
and heal his broken parts.
If it were only a heart she had to fix,
she’d do it in no time at all.
But livers and spleens and stuff in between
might be just past her grasp.
But Stephanie loves, and Stephanie lives,
and she’ll not have a regret in her life.
Whatever may come, what the future may hold,
she’ll handle as naught but some strife.
She’ll take a deep breath, and she’ll carry on,
’Cause that’s what she’s learned she can do.
— clr, 2012