My warrior, my King
Ease your burden
My shoulders are narrow
They are strong enough
My arms offer comfort
Reaching for you in need
My breast the cushion
For your weary head
Stretch still beside me
Let my heat infuse you
Warming your lament
Into a song of joy
Warmth wrapped around
Your ice and need
Warrior though you are
Solitary in your fight
My joyful welcoming
Allows you a brief respite
Until your pain is forgotten
For a moment, a night
Or as long as you need
28-October-2015
QBG_Tilted Tiara 
Sweetly breathtaking. You write so artistically.
Thank you Monica. It is simply heart talk
Beautiful! You have much comfort to give to the right warrior. I like the way you ended it!
This one, it scratched at me and then flowed. Thanks, I am glad you liked it.
Val, this was lovely. Thinking of anyone in particular? I was hoping so. I so want to see you become part of duo of which you are worthy.
No, thinking really of who I want not who I have. I want to become of a duo also, but thus far I am far more part of a singular effort.
I think my friend, I am bound for singular glory.
Val yet another wonderful poem.. who could fail not to rest their heads upon those shoulders.. and experience Joy wrapped around them..
Beautifully written Val.. xx Love Sue
Thanks Sue. This one, it had to be scratched out. Sometimes I think we forget the other side, those who struggle along side of us.
The first glance upon arriving I saw a poem, thus smiled with excitement because I like what you write. … and this one didn’t disappoint! 🙂 … and the perfect opening image.
Thank you Frank. This one was slightly different, but had been sitting with me, taken from a restless heart. I am glad you enjoyed.
Beautiful, Val.
Thanks, I don’t know why it needed to be said, it did though.
Beautifully sweet xxx
Thank you. It was in my head today, had to scratch it out.
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