Love Gone Cold

Into your life I did blow, using my feminine magic to heal your broken and wounded soul As you laid your head upon my breasts, my female potion did bless and provide you with much needed rest As I opened my soul you actualized your goals, developing into a Warrior-King within the truest embrace of your Queen I was your guiding light, breathed your mission, supported your goals and and saw your unlimited possibilities Like the rare women of old, whose hearts and soul were gold, because the wicked slave owners raped their soul, but they kept a secret part for their Warrior-King Because his spirit needed to be fed, from being beaten, mistreated, and bled, she pushed her pain aside to become his loving guide Unconditional love, I did offer, but you turned me away, threw my love in my face and denied my embrace. I gave you my feminine vulnerability, but you used it to cut me, with the deepest of cruelty. Your soul is empty and ice cold, because unconditional love you did behold, in its beautiful rarity.