When my warrior went to another woman,
I went through the Kleenex like mad
And became all crazy, for he
Is precious to me and never knew it
Because he didn't ask and couldn't see
And never knew what he has done to me.
Of course I stepped aside--
Being not of the groveling sort--
Because his destiny is his to determine,
Not mine. However,
I did make a vow to guard him well,
Especially after events conspired as they did
And left him battered and groundless,
Fragile and frail. I feared for my muse
As I saw him spinning away,
So I took some of his pain and made it
My own, adding it to that which I already carry,
And this is a reminder to him and to me
That I am formidable and not easily
Dissuaded from what I have chosen to do.
Mar 11, 2013
Mar 11, 2013 at 4:46 PM UTC
When my warrior went to another woman,
I went through the Kleenex like mad
And became all crazy, for he
Is precious to me and never knew it
Because he didn't ask and couldn't see
And never knew what he has done to me.
Of course I stepped aside--
Being not of the groveling sort--
Because his destiny is his to determine,
Not mine. However,
I did make a vow to guard him well,
Especially after events conspired as they did
And left him battered and groundless,
Fragile and frail. I feared for my muse
As I saw him spinning away,
So I took some of his pain and made it
My own, adding it to that which I already carry,
And this is a reminder to him and to me
That I am formidable and not easily
Dissuaded from what I have chosen to do.
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