The most beautiful lady
is not one who adorns herself
She is the one who abandons society
and holds herself tight against me
She is a fire
not limited to the things she burns
She loves me for who I am
and yet she consumes me so passionately
She can deny me
and often struggles to be who she needs
Yet her spirit is defiant
and holds itself to a dream she can breathe
Others may confuse her as being frail
yet I know better
As she fights me to the ground
and forces me to plead for my soul
I do not give up
nor do I let her win
I simply surrender
because her spirit is more than I can defy
I do not allow myself to go easily
breathing so hard I cannot think clearly
I struggle and yet she holds me
barely leaving me a moment to break free
Yet I do not take it
for her faith is what burns me
I fight until I can dare to no longer
and I pray she gives me mercy
I break upon her heart
and I succumb to her strength
I fall beneath her passion
she wins against all my effort to prevail
Yet she saves me
as I breathe the last moment of my life
I fall deeply into darkness
and her lips touch my body gently
I am the fallen
yet I am saved by someone who is my better
She is my partner
The women who dares to love me
She is the one who wins this fight
as her heart burns so very bright
This woman who dares to love me
is simply the only one who I can see
Last 5 posts in Coffee - Volume Two
- Daily Poetry - July 15th, 2008
- The Sword and the Stone - July 10th, 2008
- The essence of dreams forgotten - June 22nd, 2008
- Heaven's Light - June 22nd, 2008
- Tin Heart - June 19th, 2008
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