well.. I suppose if you switched the roles it could pertain to me.. but I get to keep the horse!

Forever in Wait

The man who is more
than any boy from this age.
Who wears his armor with pride.

He sits atop a saddle
on a brilliant black steed.
Whose scars dare not marr its hide.

He never ages a year
his face forever youthful,
and his heart, never denied.

He stands there always,
neither drinking nor sleeping.
Awaiting his merry bride.

Poetry by Mary
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Written on 2006-10-10 at 02:01

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david gerardino
Nor can I think
as to what was my sin,i can see this............10