celainen

MANS WEAPON

Oh! The joy that safety grants
A womans soul, and rest.
If any perfect feeling it finds
This side of heaven, that is best.
To be held tight
In strong embrace
Through the night
Beside a lovers face.
Never to harm
Or endure any pain,
Surrounding,
Allowing
Complete reign.
Oh, the worth of a man that does not that abuse!
Whether seen or hidden, faultless to accuse!
Oh! Ecstasy to a womans soul
Beyond all else, to be held whole.
To bury her head in her lovers chest,
Tender only to her, rebuking the rest,
Covered, as with a blanket,
Surrounded as with a shield,
The most pinpointed weapon
A mans heart can wield.