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My horse, is finally out seeking a filly.
Soul is full of laughter
My heart gone willy nilly.
My mind gone chasing a rainbow
full of music
who cares if I sound silly?
The polished suit of amour clanks noisily to the floor.
The battle-axe is now abandoned.
The mace, the chain mail
they are gone now
gone forever more.
There are no more battles
no more wars
nor reasons to take up arms.
There is only the moment of surrender
as I am swept away by your charms.
The fire is lit,
the bath is drawn,
the perfume ready for my hair.
The fatigue of battle will not overtake me nor
the joy of the wedding
of Soul.
After lifetimes of preparation
I am ready.
This is the moment for which I came to be.
The moment of the joining of two golden hearts
The moment for which I came.
I will bear you sons.
I will bear your name.
I am seated on the floor
with cushions reaching out to the skies.
I sit with my heart on my sleeve,
my arms on your knees,
My chin in my hand.
With my head tilted upward to your eyes.
The peace of the ages
rolls o’er me once more.
The depth of your love is always a surprise.
I breathe in the love of the ages
I finally understand.
You are the beloved of the Beloved.
You are the world’s loving man.
I sing to you the love song
I sang in days of yore.
The song bird sings in the big oak tree
He sings of my love forevermore.
My eternal love for thee.
I feel so peaceful.
I feel finally at home.
I need never more roam.
Curled up at your feet
I feel a presence divine.
I am a queen:
with your mind
my knights in shining armour.
Your manhood my sceptre.
Your smile my gown.
Your gentle love my crown.
I breathe the breath of freedom
Inhaling our love on the far distant shore.
Exhaling the lifetimes of waiting.
As I am in your arms once more.
I am a queen:
with your mind
my knights in shining armour.
Your manhood my sceptre.
Your smile my gown.
Your gentle touch, love, my crown.
I feel all this curled up at your feet.
The warrior woman now
fights the greatest battle of her life…
Allowing the divine feminine beauty
(she has suppressed to win the battles)
To now blossom forth and fill the room…
To embrace here in the silence
Love’s true divine dear heart
Her beloved eternal poet groom.
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