My Lion…
Down on my knees from the weight in my chest,
The need overwhelms, to shelter him near.
Broken in heart, for the man I love best,
I’ll bathe him with kisses, each with a tear.
His beauty does linger, hidden in stars,
A shy little boy, whose heart I hold sweet.
A man who stands tall, and fills me with awe.
Invisible his scars;
Though they still linger, they cannot defeat,
Silence abandoned; my lion shall roar!
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