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It's her, the woman of steely resolve, who fills every lighted part of my consciousness,so thankful, I am to her The wife who never lets down her man who faltered and fell, love being the ***** in her armor she is careful not to hurt there, our eyes exchange texts, only we could read and an instance She was the one who found me out lost from the neighborhood of her heart, brought me back from the outback from the jaws of the beasts of prey, where i was stuck in a thorny thicket, lost almost for ever bleeding,pale, if only she didn't decide to conduct a one woman adventure, a rescue mission against all odds,with much ***** and presence of mind, one rarely see even in alpha males,who habitually boast aloud,of having ***** to stand up against any adversity and fight. For me it was she who did it and all alone! Young and callow, a bird of infirm wings still, alone i flew long distances circled around,hallucinatory visions, lost my way, eventually went down, my love may have failed before, but she happened ,in the moment of epiphany, otherwise would I ask her , without a second thought to be with me all through the journey of my life? It would not have been,but her heart listened to my voice wistfully spoke to it, as if becoming weak, caught in a storm lashed over the thicket and she came searching at the right time, rescuing me . Gun fights and volcano eruptions we survive, even thunder storms, mad dog attacks and cheats, broken hearts and misfortunes of every kind too. Never do I forget this dear face of courage, the woman staying firmly behind me, a sturdy rock, sticking to her faith on me and a prayer on her lips, with the staunch belief that I'll come out a winner.
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Feb 12, 2016
Feb 12, 2016 at 6:07 AM UTC
The spunky lady, rescuer of me
It's her, the woman of steely resolve, who fills every lighted part of my consciousness,so thankful, I am to her The wife who never lets down her man who faltered and fell, love being the ***** in her armor she is careful not to hurt there, our eyes exchange texts, only we could read and an instance She was the one who found me out lost from the neighborhood of her heart, brought me back from the outback from the jaws of the beasts of prey, where i was stuck in a thorny thicket, lost almost for ever bleeding,pale, if only she didn't decide to conduct a one woman adventure, a rescue mission against all odds,with much ***** and presence of mind, one rarely see even in alpha males,who habitually boast aloud,of having ***** to stand up against any adversity and fight. For me it was she who did it and all alone! Young and callow, a bird of infirm wings still, alone i flew long distances circled around,hallucinatory visions, lost my way, eventually went down, my love may have failed before, but she happened ,in the moment of epiphany, otherwise would I ask her , without a second thought to be with me all through the journey of my life? It would not have been,but her heart listened to my voice wistfully spoke to it, as if becoming weak, caught in a storm lashed over the thicket and she came searching at the right time, rescuing me . Gun fights and volcano eruptions we survive, even thunder storms, mad dog attacks and cheats, broken hearts and misfortunes of every kind too. Never do I forget this dear face of courage, the woman staying firmly behind me, a sturdy rock, sticking to her faith on me and a prayer on her lips, with the staunch belief that I'll come out a winner.
Lovingly dedicated to sweet Lady M, a fearless fighter wife of a dear friend, in appreciation of her fighting his battle with dark demons these days sticking with him, while he still continues his walk in the dark, towards the beckoning light..
k-balachandran
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Feb 12, 2016
Feb 12, 2016 at 6:07 AM UTC
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