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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