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A Speck of Sindoor and the Secret To Lasting Love

A Speck of Sindoor And The Secret to Lasting Love Let me tell you of the secret to true lasting love; “Never Shall I let Pow’r Almighty rule my heart Nor let the shine of gold tame my dart Never shall I shun the maker of my virtues, Nor hide my hand Should he need my warmth Never Will I shun his fingers when he wishes to keep his lust away from the touch of frost I lurk beneath, As though there never was But you may find me in his work, his ways and his words I Grace him with the will to strive And the zeal to bring forth all his hidden skills Never to him would I hide my face My judgments, my views, my skills and my history to him are known Along with my bold’d flaws for him to pick upon I am his support and shelter, Am I not the source of all his powers? And should he fall crush’d, I re-write his soul’s memory and awaken his faith So that he may never shed another drop of tear or be shaken by fear A feeder when his Manly pride prevails And his poem when like a child he flaunts his peacock’s tail for praise And quietly with a single smile my heart he sways He may venture far from my shore Away from my sight, Away with lore And though there I never may be I am tuck’d beneath his arm As his thoughts will quicken to clutch my hand, his guide While I to him dictate the way, I have unsurpass’d command What have I to fear? I wish to be his body’s only heart Pulsing to the beat of his mood, Singing to his tempo and tune And In the palm of my hands, Till my very grave I will hold his follies, his sins, his glories and its groans Ah! But flow’ry hills have their slippery rocks And it is a woman’s patience that can withstand it all in all The sweet needs the sour, like poison needs its cure For only they can tame each other Like hand and glove, the both of us like shield and sword Dearest, A woman must learn to bend as she goes forth For she, like old scriptures, will be the shrine where bleeding hearts fall Ah! What a heavy burden indeed that my duty bids But for the love of my life, I know I can withstand it all Love him with your life And he will worship you as his soul’s overseer” This Is all that there is to keep true love Till the end of your days on this bless’d old world!

Copyright © | Year Posted 2009




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