His thoughts are golden arrows to her spirit,
Her heart is wide open, his ego will not hear it.
The essence of their one true love creating eternity,
Searching for each other time and again without destiny.
The last challenge, the gauntlet has been thrown,
Clear in her true memory, to him she is unknown.
All the beautiful days and nights in their lives,
The lack of recognition cuts like 1,000 knives.
The lady in waiting believed if she was pure,
That on their chance meeting he would pick her.
Instead purity is looked down on in disgust,
An open heart, too naive ... too full of trust.
Dreaming on her pillow too many nights to number,
Wrapped in adoration while his heart slumbers.
Remembering their mission in God's life plan,
Someday she will find her one true immortal man.
Copyright © Michele Osborn, 2011
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