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My woman
 
 
She looked me straight in the eye,

Took my hand in hers and said,

'I am going to love you to within an

Inch of your life.' I couldn't believe

A woman would say that, but she

Wasn't just any woman, she was,

She later told me, ‘my woman.’


 
 
She looked me straight in the eye,

Took my hand in hers and placed it

On her heart and said, 'do you feel

The love I have for you and if you do

Can you return it in equal measure?’

I said ‘I could and I would, for I have

Never before felt such love for a

Woman as I do for you.’


 
 
She looked me straight in the eye,

Took my hand in hers and placed it

On her breast and said, 'you have

Become a man tonight, my man and

You will dwell with me forever even

After death.’ Taking a small blade

From a silver purse she drew blood,

First from my palm, then from her

Own.


 

She looked me straight in the eye,

Took my hand in hers and squeezed

And said 'we are now one, our blood

Has sealed our love and what is done

Cannot be undone.' 'I am yours and

You are mine forever,' and with that

The stars rejoiced and I fell asleep,

And in a dream I learnt much about

Myself, about love, and the incredible

Woman beside me.


 
 
Her caring spirit, reflecting a time

When women mixed and brewed

Herbs with which to save life, and

Men killed them for it, her passion,

Priceless, yet freely given, as for

Her beauty, well, one must look to

The firmament for that, for as long

As the stars continue to shine, they

Will joyously cast their light on their

Favourite muse, Woman.

 
 
© Joseph G Dawson