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His Pledge To Her:

“I dream of a woman clothed in white. She wears wings that shine with golden light. Her hair is fine like that of an olden wife. Her eyes hold a vision of the road of life. She whispers love through the winds.

Then rivers of love flow to my heart and my spirit ascends. I grow embraced by heavenly heights.Then glow rays of warmth and light. I wait only for her touch of the purest. I fall to her holding of love, of spirit! We become one in loving presence together.

In love, we come to heaven forever.
Like two doves we sing and dance.
Love of a queen and king.
Love will forever last.”

Her Pledge To Him::

“Your words are weaving my being’s existence into your promise’s devoted tapestry where knights of old are again bold, called forth to fulfill their destiny.

Where a maiden fair no longer need care if darkness has held supremacy, for she has at last found her king who has chosen her as his queen.

To you, my life’s purpose and devotion is freely given – surrendered for the hope of ever receiving your kisses.”

(February 2022)

A wide, sap-happy grin
I’ve never worn before

As I duck my head
And lower shy eyes,

Thinking about how
I love you even more.

(February 28, 2022)

She knew that in balance
There’s giving and taking,

But, throughout formation
They were disrupting her

Sense of self, imposing
Their needs insatiably –

Leaving her bleeding
Without recompense

And little reserves
To allow recovery.

A place to go she qualified for:
Student housing one semester.

A five month gift of reprieve
Ensuring finished Bachelor’s.

Pressure at last removed with
Finances covered / life secure.

Such a short time only needed,
Giving decade soul’s ache cure.

Merit has become cheapened –
Sold like a drug on the streets;

Valor is long forgotten –
Only allowed in fantasy.

Morals are tales at parties
To get you popular acclaim;

Pride that owns legitimacy
Is bought by money’s name.

I put myself into a test
Observing abdications

How I could develop self
Into real form of past relics.

Imperfect in near-prime:
Scrambling to keep time

To behaviors we were designed
To embrace as evolving humans.

Bows that break…
Hearts left crying

Struggle to overcome
Fears in their quaking.

A long lullaby
As a goodbye

Leaves children
Alone – forsaken,

Begging for sight
Of making alright

What needs
Redemption.

There’s no end to loss –
Just a brief staying of

The hands which wield
Life-to-death command.

What chaotic anarchy
Once angels broke off

Blessed path their God
Charged them to keep?

Wars, famine, corruption –
Greed’s eruption feeding

While we as a population
Bow to our own suffering.

Why does progress seem to drag as
Try to create positive associations?

Heaviness has become more dense
As emotions press down – resistant.

Baggage that’s aged and molded
Still carried for unknown reasons

Propagates gloom in atmosphere
Despite efforts to discard the past.

Having not yet found a man available who is worthy of me allows me to take myself more seriously and settle into my own patterns deeply as I relinquish this once cherished quest to others.

Invested conversation,
Genuine participation.

I lead with my heart which gets me in trouble:
Perhaps, I’m overgenerous and too genuine.

Men either love mystery or are ill-inclined
To commit to a woman of worth’s caliber.

Of parties far between and few
She kept to self a point of view,

Fascinated by mass persuasion
On behaviors and genuflections.

Though at times tried and judged –
Mostly understood, pride budged

With her heart opening into delight
At the prospect of joining such fun.

It is better to love as a friend
Than to lose life’s connection.

Where there is a void of love
When one is deserving more

And then love comes greeting
After forced to close the door,

Desolation rescinds its position,
Allowing new hope’s acquisition

Where dawn rebirths light
Once night had overcome.