The Fires Early On
 
Through the fires he early on had   passed
his heart, his soul turned a somber gray
with all the pain,  wrongful hurts amassed
that no joy or lust could fully wash away.

He met her on a fair spent summers day,
a maid whose well-borne beauty pierced his heart
His painful burdens gently slid away,
love now replacement for the warrior's art.

When together  lover's joy did each impart,
His tender touch, her touching smile did bind
two hearts become as one , til death do part
joined as one person, body, soul,  and mind.

Like the fires early on, now comes her death
and with her passing went his final breath.


					

©William DavisApril,99

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