In Finding You
I know not of a muse like you,
A heart and lips, so soft and true,
And in the morning's tasting dew,
Its counterpart, my soul it knew.
There never was a kinder one,
Who shines, yet brighter than the sun,
And in the strength of heart was won;
Our universal calling - thrum.
I burn with fire, where most would yield,
Before my roaring flames you kneeled,
And offered me your sword and shield,
Declared me Queen, your love revealed.
Of all who came tis I you've chosen,
And in your acts your honour proven,
Each moment with you, treasure golden,
So intricate our paths are woven.