Your Humble Servant
To me you are a sacred dream
Each warmest hope upon the day.
A glass of wish from precious stream
Bright trace of sun through clouds of grey.
My endless trust in times of need
Our secrets shared we do confide
In passions breath to one I’m freed
Past darkest hour you are my guide.
Protection is my granted gift
To strive for you my sole delight
No one event shall birth a rift
Forever yours my quest to fight.
Perfections promise I shall chase
it's luck you chose my life to grace.
23rd May 2016
Copyright © Mark Woods | Year Posted 2016