by Gwendolyn
(Orange City, FL)
Holding the highest rank
the rain beats against his chest
he has fought against armies of the east and west
my prince, my love, my life
hunger departs from him for he is sacred
awesome in power, yet, his enemies fall constant at his feet
who is this warrior of the night
who is this man that radiates a purging thunder as he walks
my prince, my love, my life
my heart has conceived him
my soul has invited him
passion lies on his shoulders
precious bounty lying within
my prince, my love, my life