Mine
February 17, 2015
An eased fellow, also a narrow and tapered spear point
A gentle warrior who
May one day kill with the same hands
That now hold me close
The hands that held a bloody wound
May someday carry a joyful wife
What fate has stored, written in her
Tomes, woven on her loom,
For two or one?
My lighthearted knight,
Will you one day return with
Mind of glass and heart of stone?
But you hold me now, as I lean to
Your broad chest and sigh.
For this stolen moment you are
Forever mine.
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