Weeks
and months have passed
And
my knight was found at last.
Caring,
fervid and with a fragile soul
Lovingly
he looks at me, with pride howls.
No
regrets have yet crossed my mind;
Instead,
I dread the day whence I shall leave him behind.
For
when we together are
I
enjoy myself the most, he is a gift, a “dar”
Derelict
and empty I without him feel
Only
within his embrace does my sorrow heal.
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