Can any man command your heart;
Hold you spellbound from the start?
Should any man own your soul;
Stifle spirit exert control?
Should arrogance like this succeed;
Or should suitors come on bended knee?
For any good man knows to abide
Keep your trust in love confide
With gentle understanding show
That which only lovers know
That only when love is true
Can our faith and trust renew
Such is this man’s love for you
For I am not just any man
But rather one who would command
The earth, the sky, the moon and stars
To wash away your every scar
Every wound that so betrayed
The heart I love now unafraid
Perfection embrace the beauty of this poem. A love that would command that his heart be the chosen one to wash away her every scar, introducing her to the moon and the stars. Giving her a love so complete, leaving her to never be unafraid... Bravo! This is a rare man. A real man... Excellent poem!
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Much enjoyed.
Thanks,
~D.
What more can I say....a love like this is forever sacret...a gift from God!!
LOVE Tinka