Master

You pace the floor
Looking at the door
Waiting for it to open
All she thinks am I broken
I have nothing to give
It's all i can do to live
Am I worth his love
Am i that of a dove
His steps count ten
The door opens he walks in
He stops mid step
But with no regreat
Looking into her eyes
It was but no surprise
His love for her
Was without a doubt
His gentle touch
His warming kiss
Was what she needed
To know his love
Was true and pure
Her fears and doubts
Have been wisk away
Her mind is clear