With deep trust in love only.
Not lust. But worthy passion.
I bow my head In shame.
For passion filled love and beauty
Be this name.
I remain humbled but noteworthy is
My knowledge for things pure.
Like the white clouds In the sky
That are complimentary to the stars that shine at
Night. This is the coloboration artistry
Of difference and indifference of a cloudy gray sky
During the day. Also the beautiful starlight night when
It meets the rain.
I will stand in all weathers for I am
The soldier of love.
My blade to fight against the evils of heartache.
While my hand be used to wipe away tears and now hold my other hand for
Comfort.
Now let me hold you In my arms.
the fight is over.
The war has just begun we must make it through the storm. For
The sun is just to rise upon

My blade shall not be dulled by the attacker of a pure of heart. For I am a man and will do my part.