WHAT truth does soothe your heart
blindly believing just the words
or that fire within the heart that burns
forging from grace a sensuous smile
great winds that carry it toward you
befitting the Queen you are so quaintly
Royalty in blood and spirit — ethereal
my sword at your beckoned call —
I slay the demons that climb your wall
and quench the thirst of your gentle throat
Gently I stroke the mane of silky hair
and fall do I into that grand land of lush
plushing thrusting bewilderingly rushing
across the field of yet another battle
— to conquer your love and heart
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E.P. Robles | Poetry 