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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.’
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.’
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.
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.
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