Adventurer

by CH

March 26, 2019

I am an adventurer

Love, I cannot promise you

a minute of my volatile time.

I have no home to call my own

no hearth to place my fire

Love, your steadfast flame sings for me.

I have no wealth to offer you

but riches gained through trials and tribulations

Love, it is yours to have at whim.

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