
when I first met her
it was on the road to our homeland
the sun shone bright
and the birds sang praises to the gods
she and I shared words
of beauty
written on the pages
with our blood in the ink
when next I met her
she cupped her hands
around an ember of my heart
and breathed courage across it
a flame danced and flickered
in the dark of my doubt
and so lit the way for my dreams to walk
when last I met her
it was on the road to war
I stood by
as she leaned upon a shattered fence
I attended her wounds
while she caught her breath
and it was my honor
to hold her shield while
the pain of battle ebbed
in her weary limbs
and while tears dried upon her cheek
I renewed my oath
and I
will walk with her
toward home
A beautiful intermingling of passion and compassion. ♥️
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Thank you, dearest Heart ❤
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My pleasure!♥️
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Heart has said it so well
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This is lovely. After finishing the poem I read the name as a double entendre, too… great work!
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Thank you, Dear Friend. I’m so glad you liked it! 🙂
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Loved this one..the feeling of love arises from the feeling of compassion and understanding.
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Thank you!!!
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