Known
for courage under fire,
He
fails now to understand,
Why
he lost the power to speak,
When
before him love did stand.
Walked
away on pilgrim roads,
Miles
of dangers were his choice,
But
before a presence of glory,
See
him, how he lost his voice.
Scolded
by the desert on fire,
Bolder
than a ferocious storm,
Buckling
under a single chance,
His
face ashen, he's still left forlorn.
Dared
to roam in infested swamps,
The
warrior of peace soldiered on,
But
in the face of beautiful,
His
mouth went dry, his tongue gone.
Master
of his own destiny,
Creator
of mastering the lofty sword,
Reduced
to a quivering jelly,
Without
resistance to her, becoming floored.
Once
mighty to challenge life,
The
man of will had conquered fate,
Just
look how his armour melts away,
The
power of her smile, far too great.
Never
had he lost his nerve,
For
adventure was his loyal friend,
Yet
under the spell of angel eyes,
Lost
his heart, powerless to defend.
Given
that he accepted defeat,
He
blessed the day she overcame,
For
in her love his soul was saved,
Knelt
to honour her precious name.
'S'
'S'
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