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My Lady
When my lady comes to me,
Boldly in the night,
She brings with her the guarantee,
Of hours with delight.
She has this way of knowing,
What is needed to please us both,
Her face is literally glowing,
And that is when I swear the oath.
I swear by all that is holy,
And by some things that are not,
But I do this very slowly,
Each word punctuated with a dot.
Words of love are said every day,
By many people in many lands,
But the special ones that I say,
Are like pearls upon a strand.
Each word unique unto itself,
For my lady love,
Ones that I have chosen myself,
But inspired from above.
When my Lady hears this,
She has a sharp intake of breath,
Holding each other oh so tight,
I will love her until death.
Even when death does take me,
The angels in heaven will sing,
To see my love sent down to thee,
On a turtle dove's white wing.
Copyright 2008 William M. Ward
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