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For the one who served me...

Essence Of Bow - Part 1 - Servitude

Picby Marc Lionhart09 Jan 2014

There she was standing before me, the one with the bow in her hair
Right before me, her glow, I couldn't help but stare
My mind, in flow, caught me unaware
The space, it grows, awoken from the nightmare
With eyes, that show, her soul to bear.
Her synchronicity, in tow, her skin so fair
Her voice, allegro, matching the keep of her hair
Her smile, an arrow, seers through and tears
I melt down, the cosmos, to her an heir
Her essence, of bow, of cherries and pears
She was standing before me, the one with the bow in her hair
I hope I see you again.