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The Gift of Life
Her beauty is judged, to young to bare
They see her and whisper words of disgrace
I wish they could share my eyes
See the life she breathes
Her aura of sovereignty
The need to protect her from harm
This woman is not my love
She just carries something magnificent
Something I dream of holding
Everyone has their time
I shall wait for mine
They see her and whisper words of disgrace
I wish they could share my eyes
See the life she breathes
Her aura of sovereignty
The need to protect her from harm
This woman is not my love
She just carries something magnificent
Something I dream of holding
Everyone has their time
I shall wait for mine
Published 27th Jan 2015
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27th Jan 2015 5:42pm
This has some really fine wording, Red Speck. "Her aura of sovereignty" is a great line. The concluding two lines contain some welcome optimism and hope. I just hope the speaker will act on his dreams.
27th Jan 2015 6:37pm
I appreciate your time you spent reading it. When my time is adequate I will take the oppurtunity.
28th Jan 2015 3:25am
28th Jan 2015 5:00pm
