Monday, May 16, 2011

He offers service: poem

To his eyes and heart she was a queen,
Though she did not wear regal clothing or speak with regal air,
But still he knelt before her and offered service.
Which, at first, she declined,
And told him not to kneel,
Because kneeling seemed like weakness to her eyes,
To which he replied
"I do not Kneel to show you my weakness, I kneel to offer you my strength."
She mused upon this for a time,
Looking down upon him with her eyes,
And felt his strength combining with her own.
And now he serves with strength and pride,
wears her collar,
And by doing so no weakness is defined,
Only her strength and his combined,
To form something divine.

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