~~~NCZ~~~
of a Master and a slave
He touched me,
softly like a whisper.
He touched me,
once with only His eyes.
He gripped me,
with a gruff murmer,
He moved me,
with the slightest of gestures.
He loved me,
and never spoke it.
He owned me,
and never knew of it.
He left her alone,
naked, bowed in the rain,
no thing she took pride in
left, now in shame
she tries to hold her head high
and no one knows why,
their laughter and comments
might make her cry.
there are reasons,
and she will not reveal
for to defend herself is to
shame Him for real.
BLOSSOM'S LAMENT
ONCE, NOT SO LONG AGO,
UNTENDED NEAR WELL TRAVELED ROADS THIS ONE GREW..
FEW WERE HER MOMENTS IN THE LIGHT
FOR THE SHADOWS WERE TALL CAST BY STRONGER, FAST GROWING WEEDS...
STILL, IN THOSE MOMENTS THIS ONE SHONE WITH ALL HER MIGHT,
AND FATE DID BLESS THAT IN ONE OF THOSE MOMENTS YOU PASSED BY.
ONCE, WHEN FIRST A FLOWERS RADIANCE CAUGHT YOUR EYE SOFT FELL FROM YOUR LIPS SWEET WORDS,
NEVER IN PASSING DID YOU WITHHOLD TENDER CARESSES,
YOUR NURTURING WAS FASTIDIOUS, YOUR AFFECTIONS APPARENT.
THEN YOU PICKED THIS ONE, AND ADDED HER TO YOUR GARDEN PROUD WAS SHE AT SUCH AN HONOUR, SUCH A PRIVILEDGE TO BE CLOSE TO AND CHOSEN BY THE ONE WHO SAVED HER FROM THE WEEDS.
OF LATE YOUR GARDEN LANGUISHES.
THIS ONE, YOURS, RARE, CHOSEN, COLLECTED CRAVE YOUR ATTENTION.
NOW, HIDDEN FROM THE EYES OF ALL, FORBIDDEN THEIR TOUCH
THIS BLOSSOM SHINES ITS BRIGHTNESS, BLOOMS ITS STURDIEST,
STRIVING TO CATCH YOUR EYE AND FAILING DISMALLY.
THIS BLOOM SHIVERS IN THE COLD, GRADUALLY WITHERING IN A SEA OF DOUBT
CRAVING EVEN THE PASSING, AND INFREQUENT ATTENTION OF THE ROADSIDE,
MISSING EVEN THE STRUGGLE TO SURVIVE AMONG THE WEEDS.
OF LATE, THIS BLOSSOM WEEPS IN YOUR SECRET GARDEN.
KNOWING NOT HOW TO WIN YOUR GLANCE,
KNOWING NOT WHAT WOULD BRING AGAIN YOUR SWEET CARESSES TO HER SOFT PETALS, OR THE WARMTH OF YOUR BREATH AS YOU WHISPER SWEET WORDS. YOUR BLOSSOM MISSES YOU SO.
PLEASE, RETURN SOON TO YOUR GARDEN
Hello enjoy vp and have fun do not be a victim of the games. A kiss is like a book, it can tell you a thousand words, but in
order to under stand the true meaning of it you have to be willing
to read between the lines.
