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SAD SURRENDER

For time eternal it has seemed
no lovers passed her door,
for none could answer all her dreams:
she needed something more.

The physical had always left
an emptiness unwanted,
her soul in torment stood bereft,
her being always haunted.

So, years she walked the shadows dim,
and waited to be free,
looking for the strength of him,
who satisfied her need.

She met him in her fantasy,
he touched her inner passion,
and showed her all the ecstasies,
together they could fashion.

She saw his strength and felt his power,
knew waiting had been right.
The Lady in her she would dower
to he who was her knight.

He stroked her heart and mind and soul,
and filled her with desire
that she had saved in deepest hole,
then couldn't quench the fire.

She knows he was her destiny,
an all consuming flame,
but faces the reality
of life's ironic game.

All she saved was saved in vain,
though he unbarred the gate,
she's met again the same refrain,
she's nothing in his fate.

It's him she wishes in her bed
to teach her all his needs,
to make of her his fountainhead,
and every loving deed.

And she can take the loneliness
oft felt for all the years,
and live within the emptiness,
and even bear the tears.

She cannot bear uncertainty,
he will not lay away,
she cannot wait in coventry
nor keep her doubts at bay.

So, every night in shadows dim,
she struggles not to see,
the others he will take to him
to quell his urgency.

Yet, she cannot crush the passion,
he raised to burning fire,
she's the woman he has fashioned,
who can't live with this desire.

And he'll never know the sweetness,
of her drinking in his presence,
and he'll never sow his deep kiss,
in the valleys of her essence.

For her body now is traitor,
he stroked the want too much,
and the aching needs now make her
seek any lover's touch.

And she'll lay beside another,
who will never have her soul,
and the mem'ries she will smother
of the one who makes her whole.

It's another who will teach her,
how to raise him to desire,
and another who will reach her
in a sea of lustful fire.

But, she'll take the essence of her,
and she'll lock her love away,
and pray he will forgive her
for the choice she makes this day.

For she'll always be his Lady
though he bans her from his heart,
and she'll always be there waiting,
as she writes him in her art. ©
~RAC  2-19-99~

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