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The Beginning
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© March 1998 by
Desert Moon
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My Master is an honorable man.
We met, so many years ago.
I, a young woman, seeking someone who cared,
and would guide me to my destiny.
My Master is an honorable man.
He listened, so many hours.
Ignoring my bids for other kinds of attention,
he remained strong and in control.
My Master is an honorable man.
I lied to him, he knew the lies for what they were.
He allowed me to come back,
ever seeking.
My Master is an honorable man.
He gave me an ultimatum, I made my choice.
Knowing I wouldn't see him again,
my choice was life.
My Master is an honorable man.
We speak again, he listens still.
He no longer ignores me,
but remains strong and in control.
My Master is an honorable man.
I still lie, he still knows.
He speaks naught of it,
just lets me be, still seeking.
My Master is an honorable man.
The rules are his, the choice is mine.
I want to see him again,
but fear what I might discover.
My Master is an honorable man.
He only takes from me what I willingly give.
He need but ask,
and I would give all.
