__________by Michele
Tired with the sap of the world I lay down; only
to rise for you. My queen who has made my life nicca
with love, fore you smile to me from afar. Lost in the
mystery of your evony flesh, I can not tell which is
more bliss: to have found one whose beauty and grace
is beyond words, or to stare into the eyes of you, my
queen, and see your beauty from the inside out-the one
of my dreams. To you my queen: I proclaim-both. My
heart had so little expectation of fullfillment til
you magnificently unfolded me; the undivided ego-free
me, who no longer sees parts of you but, realizes the
whole you. I look beyond your ebony skin and deep into
your brown eyes. The spiritual form of you and your
world perceived in whole. I bless you, all of you. To
you my queen: I proclaim-not as to your body, but to
your morality. The mass of your brute forces and base
appetite you forced upon me. In so you revealed
yourself to me, in your totality and true nature. What
I want is that by a reversal of forces, which you my
queen brung about. My terror, nameless in the face of
change destined to destroy my being, turned into an
overflow of love at being transformed by you. The fact
that you are not merely just a lady, but my lady, my
ebony queen for whom no one else can compare. To you
my queen: I proclaim-my love and I would do anything
to keep. Fore to lose you would be to lose love. So I
sacrafice myself to you. To my queen: I proclaim-love
me for me as I love you for you.
