You are my protector in shining glory
Embarking upon a course with honor held high.
You are all the splendor of things forgotten.
You are the flame of romance that died.
You've never come to me, though I still wait.
Many others have held what belongs to you.
Some may proclaim me a wanton transgressor
As I pursue a paramour so wondrous and true.
For I dream of a lover both gentle and strong.
You have held my heart since the beginning of age.
Now I am only seeking to gather pieces of you
To combine in my mind till every daydream fades.
Copyright 2002 - Carol Barton