Woman of Mystery
~~~Where art thou my love, my wonder, my fantasy?
Are Ye yet just another dream?~~~
Where is she; that Woman whose powers captured me in
still motion? Whose beauty and grace, whose charm
and poise carried me away to a distant place on
the eloquent melodies of her calm tones?
She_ who fancies our distinct differences and smiles
with glee at my gestures of manhood... my nature....
my diadem peacocked_
Proudly with esteem chivalry I will offer her my seat!
I will hold her door open, and help carry her bags;
for the stars in her eyes, and her delightful smile is
my reward straight from the depth of my dreams.
I am appreciated in her presence, and my care of her
is welcomed and adored. Never does she give to another
what is rightfully mine. My attention is for her and
ours alone. I am eternally fixed unto her attraction
as a completion of one being.
I will guard and protect her with my very life! Yea
she looks to me for her defense, and for every approval
of a word said or action done. For she does not take
kindly to my dissatisfaction. As I am at my best when
she is at her best. And in the end.... we are both
pleased.
I can freely carry out the duties of my debts as there
are no earthly reasons to cause me grief or wonder.
Thereby, confident are we in our love and devotion unto
each other. No man nor woman alive can break our bond
asunder. Wherefore, there is no threat of me ever
having to go astray. It is only in the power of the
Great Divide that can take our love away.
{for the Men who want Women for all their worth...
there are Women who want Men for all your worth}
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