The Gift

The world outside is cold and harsh,
I try to make sense from its chaos.
The life I choose is soft warm and sensual
By determination and will
I bring it to my control

A fragile bud in a bed of thorns
A thing of splendor to be lifted up for all to see
My girl is my haven
Am I worthy of such trust and devotion?
Many say no...Sometimes I agree

Her gift is precious to me
Her will handed over
Her trust given so openly
Her life laid in my quaking arms

All that she gives
All she asks is that I respect her gift
All that I hope for
All that I pray for
All that I want
Is to be worthy

Like the claws that bind a precious stone....Are my
ropes
The gold ring awaiting a setting...Is my collar
The polishing wheel....Is my flogg
The gem....My girl
More precious to me than the Hope diamond

She is my reason
She is my purpose
She is my life
She is the vessel for my lifeblood
And if the vessel breaks my life will spill
Falling back into the cold harsh world that we call
reality