A Pacifists Fight - Poem by Cabaline xxx
I stand erect and tall. Waiting.
I have had rough and thorough training,
in preparation for this time.
I stare, unblinking, into the cold, hard,
eyes of lust and pain. As they try,
in vain, to buckle me to their will.
Many of cupids deadly arrows may,
hit me, and miss me, but I will not fall,
they will not drag me down. Because,
I have spent many arduous months,
crafting an arrow of my own, on which,
your name is lovingly, laboriously carved.
The arrow was shot, and it found its mark.
So all that is needed is for me to, patiently
bide my time. Letting my love for you bloom.
While your love for me takes over.
Nothing can shake me from my goal, this test,
of time will be worth it, my love, the prize,
for my suffering, is you.
I am but a lady in waiting........
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