the taste in the air
                is unfair
the reason is lost
       at what cost
I will write and
          write
till late into the night, even as my sight dims and my neck bones, ache to feel the soft pillow
of an easy night
no battle, no plight,
and I will lay
beside what I
delight in
and as she rests
I hear her breath
and hope that she will say, "tell me a story, please..."
then I would
tell her of a lover
and the battle of
untold cost
for the love, of a queen
I would tell her about
a knight who could tame
dragons, without raising a
sword, I would tell her about
a place far away, where we
found a treasure together
in stormy weather and the
odds were us and against us as well
and under a knell we found
what we were on this quest for
a pair of joined hearts.
To be shared and beat the  same rhythm
as years go by when one laughs the other
may cry, never to be alone or far
from home, sharing breath, speaking
silence, the eyes say it all...
...I love you.


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