Am I Not Worthy of One Woman's Love
i JUST TURNED TWENTY-EIGHT YEARS OLDED. MY FIRST AND ONLY
LOVE WAS IN NINTEEN NINTY-NINE. SHE WAS THE VERY ESSENCE OF TRUE
LOVE TO ME. SHE WAS TWENTY-THREE AND I WAS SIXTEEN.
YES SHE CAPTURE MY VIRGINITY. HOW DID I KNOW THAT SUCH LOVE WOULD
HAVE ALMOST ANNIHILATED MY HEART?
I PAID DEARLY FOR MY INEXPERIENCE AS I ACHED LIKE A WOUNDED BEAST. YES, I WAS
AT WAR WITH ALL WHO DARED ATTEMPT TO SOOTHE MY DEAFENING PAIN.
TO ME SHE WAS LIKE THE RADIANCE OF A FLOWER AS HER FRAGRANCE WAS THAT
OF FRANKINCENSE. SHE WAS FAR BEAUTIFUL THEN THE FAIREST OF MAIDENS.
NEITHER DID I KNOW THAT TRUE BEAUTY WAS A THING FO THE HEAERT AND NOT OF
THE FLESH. OH WAS I MERELY IN LUST RATHER THEN LOVE.
TWELVE YEARS I HAVE PATIENTLY AWAITED FOR LOVE TO COME. FOR I AM
A SOLDIER OF THOSE THINGS WHICH LOVE HAS DEEMED WORTHY OF HER FRUITS. FOR
SHE IS THE HARVEST OF MY DREAMS. DO COMETH FOR ME LOVE, BEFORE I CEASE TO BE
SET ME FREE SO THAT I MAY LOVE AGAIN AND BE THE ESSENCE OF ME.
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