Precious

. . . and so I sat before her
Staring at her breath; the heaving of body parts
The steady calm of her temperament
The glimmer in her eyes; her countenance was beautiful
Her aura filled me with calm
I basked in the pride she filled me with
Under my breath, a promise to protect escaped

You are dear to me
Precious to me
I have desired you for ages
Glory be to the heavens for you
Pride be to my heart
You are dear to me
Precious to me
And I will, with all of me, cherish you

 

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