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[aid] => mick
[title] => My Love's Fire
[time] => 2002-10-01 05:50:00
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[bodytext] => Walking back down the path I wondered many moons ago
Back around the time I read Behind My Angel Glow Finding my dark sword, still stuck through that old oak tree My dark armor, my trench coat, still lying there plainly It was here in this place, I was knighted to serve a new queen A woman of beauty, the likes of which I’d never seen I jabbed this old blade through the bark tired of living in the past Knowing I had found the one, that would end my pain at last With a hand outstretched, I retrieved it from it’s slumber With a couple of grunts, it recovered from the mighty lumber Choosing not to cloak myself, in midnight’s hue once more I instead return to the peacefulness of the castle grounds, dressed as before Taking needle and thread, I modify the armor with care Embroidering my eternal love, into the leather that is there Inserting a letter into the pocket, sealing it with an angel’s kiss Accepting that only the best could actually come from this Scrawled upon the page, my handwriting at it’s best Small spots mixed with ink, marking where my tears came to rest Upon that page, I reluctantly grant her request Time to make sense, of her life’s mess She asked me for time to put her past fully behind Not the first time I had the misfortune of hearing those lines Deep inside though I have reason to believe it’ll be different this time Which is why, I’ve composed this little gift package, to go with my rhyme Giving her the black armor I once wore And the sword I used to spill my demons blood on the floor Leaving the gifts, where we’d danced under the stars before Right where, I know she’ll find them for sure Knowing that while wearing the armor she’ll feel my embrace And I hope she can use it, to draw up her up her strength Hoping that the love I used to sharpen the blade gives it a stronger edge And she’ll always be reminded of the love for that I’ve pledged -But as for me, her knight, I know what I must do I’ll lurk within the chambers of her heart proving my promise true Hiding in the shadows, with a crossbow ready to fire Ready to do whatever it takes, to protect my love’s fire [comments] => 1 [counter] => 184 [topic] => 22 [informant] => J_Ganey [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => LostLove )
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