Treasure Island

Raymond J Wright


I Would Be the Sword


I can be your chain
To hold you to the earth
When the wind is fierce and strong

I will be your shoulder
To rest your head upon
When the world has done it’s worst

I would be the sword
Which slays the mighty dragon
That would send you to your grave

I can be the fire
Burning every broken dream
Which flows within your veins

I will be the sunlight
Which tears through the dark
When the night has been too long

I will be your friend
Each and every day
Who is always at your side

©2013 Raymond J. Wright

Submitted: Friday, April 05, 2013
Edited: Thursday, October 10, 2013

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  • Titi Dale (4/5/2013 6:06:00 PM)

    What type if not a love poem? Haha: -) well this is great, nice rhythm and flow, nothing else to say apart from...blown away!

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