He promised to be with me forever
until the end of time, somewhere
there is a place for us... on a far
and distant star, one maybe not yet born
The Promise, The Oath, held together
in hearts by the precious jewel of hope
the fragile mesh of a dragonflie's wing
the lightness of a Fae and the strength of
blue tempered steel...
We wait until the first time
ever I saw his face I knew there
would never be another one for me.
bentfeather
06-24-05
They
She a woman of urban ways,
He, a self-made man of iron will.
She, set love upon their days,
He needed her beyond kens fill.
She, all softness, gentle spirit fair,
He, iron formed but all is hidden.
She, a woman of open heart and care,
He, warrior bred, his fire easily bidden.
She, gives love in open manner clear,
He, holds it in, his armor of the heart.
She, understood and still held him dear,
He, understood and stayed, to be a part.
She, smiled and accepted him as he was,
He, held her in his center, the strength of him.
She, left the tiger free, and he stayed because,
He, knew home was with her so gentle and slim.
She, is all and everything to the iron man,
He, the other half of her soul, her mate.
She, is happy, her needs echo his, passion’s fan,
He, burns with her, and both hold tight, needs to sate.
Opposites, or equals, who rules who, and why,
Both, reflect the other with details engraved.
Each, the shelter of the other until time dies,
Same in many ways, aching as one, love’s enslaved.