Alone beside the wind tossed surf,
The lady‘s past just died.,
She carved her sanity in frozen turf,
As her tears of renewal were cried.
Warriors had come, and Warriors had gone,
Kingdoms built, to only shatter,
Just fools by the time it was done,
Yet, somehow, it did not matter.
Her dreams were never swallowed,
And hopes were harbored with care.
It was a hidden secret kept hallowed,
Too precious and fragile to ever share.
Alone within a kingdom of beauty,
From sunrise to rise of glorious moons ,
She honored her longing with duty,
While singing those aching tunes.
The lady nurtured little dreams,
And celebrated the smallest joy.
A smile hid her fraying seams,
Her laugh offered grand decoy.
Then one day a single word,
Created the most amazing song.
To many it might seem absurd,
But this Warrior could do no wrong.
He reached simply for her hand,
Held tight and didn’t let go,
A grip that spanned across the land,
That caused her heart to glow.
Now together they dance,
Beneath Freyja’s benevolent gaze,
Giddy that they took the chance,
That ended their lonely days.
Together now they walk the shores,
Voices singing true,
“You are mine, I am Yours“…
“I love You”. …..“I love You”
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