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I begged, On bent knee, my palm gently kissing her hand. If I needed to smith a sword she was my searing heat. If I needed to craft a ship she was my impenetrable weld. If I needed to fly she was the wind beneath my wings. I had never been able to do anything without her. Once again I beseeched her to lend herself to me. Her dark brown eyes probed mine in keenness Discerning the nobility of my plea, if to heed If I am to set sail amidst the flooding waves of life I’d need her as my anchor If I am to brave the fog and the winter cold I’d need her to radiate against my skin If I am to fashion a generation of impeccable humans I’d need only her to be. Once again I entreated her to lend herself to me. Her eyes came out of my deeps, sparkling with satisfaction And a curve of her lips preceded the calm in her answer No I give myself to you!
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Jun 23, 2019
Jun 23, 2019 at 3:23 PM UTC
Lend Yourself to Me
I begged, On bent knee, my palm gently kissing her hand. If I needed to smith a sword she was my searing heat. If I needed to craft a ship she was my impenetrable weld. If I needed to fly she was the wind beneath my wings. I had never been able to do anything without her. Once again I beseeched her to lend herself to me. Her dark brown eyes probed mine in keenness Discerning the nobility of my plea, if to heed If I am to set sail amidst the flooding waves of life I’d need her as my anchor If I am to brave the fog and the winter cold I’d need her to radiate against my skin If I am to fashion a generation of impeccable humans I’d need only her to be. Once again I entreated her to lend herself to me. Her eyes came out of my deeps, sparkling with satisfaction And a curve of her lips preceded the calm in her answer No I give myself to you!
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Jun 23, 2019
Jun 23, 2019 at 3:23 PM UTC
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