And shield me from the battle.
You can fit me in armor
And parade me with glamour.
You can arm me with swords
And place me beside lords.
You can mount me on a horse
And have me charge with force.
You can shower me with prayers
And gain grace from my maker.
You can do all these-
And I'll be strong as you wish.
But just one glimpse of you
And I have not more to do.
Nothing to do;
For now on, all I'd do is cherish you.
Jan Rheinold Amoyo
February 28, 2003
February 28, 2003
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