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Destiny


 

 

Here, I stand before you

Love’s anointed Emissary.

With her blessing,

Asking you, for your Forgiveness.

 

An audience with her is an honour

bestowed upon a pre-selected few.

Rarely does she entertain offers,

Unknown truths revealed to suitors 

 

Unafraid, Aware, in a Void

I thought her lyrical voice.

Knowing, Rhythmic, Confident!

Predetermined does not mean Destined.

 

It’s peculiar that you disdain

my affection in her embrace.

Yet, Love herself

Has chosen Me to defend Ours

 

Therefore, I stand before you

Love’s anointed Emissary

With Her blessing,

Asking you, for our Destiny

 

By Sean Callahan

14 June 2019

  

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