He wanted to possess her, caress her
Yet his sense of purpose and duty
Kept his eyes from seeing her booty
He was not that primitive and base
Instead he was fond of seeing her face
For she was the cause for making his case
She was a creation carved of his thought
He groomed her in the struggle they fought
Belief of goodness was ground he stood
He knew he’d given her respect and grace
In her life, he’d remain-saving face
On condition she’d not dress in lace
That was the best he’d do
Unto his love so fair and true
Mmmm…such a kind heart
How does my love start?
As the wind blew and the days passed
He’d have her in his arms at last
To consummate their love so true
Honestly, out in the open…who knew?
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