well.. I suppose if you switched the roles it could pertain to me.. but I get to keep the horse!
than any boy from this age.
Who wears his armor with pride.
He sits atop a saddle
on a brilliant black steed.
Whose scars dare not marr its hide.
He never ages a year
his face forever youthful,
and his heart, never denied.
He stands there always,
neither drinking nor sleeping.
Awaiting his merry bride.
Poetry by Mary
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Written on 2006-10-10 at 02:01
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Forever in Wait
The man who is morethan any boy from this age.
Who wears his armor with pride.
He sits atop a saddle
on a brilliant black steed.
Whose scars dare not marr its hide.
He never ages a year
his face forever youthful,
and his heart, never denied.
He stands there always,
neither drinking nor sleeping.
Awaiting his merry bride.
Poetry by Mary
Read 1210 times
Written on 2006-10-10 at 02:01
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