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Out of my grey
days, I cast a backward
glance and hardly
recognize the person
I see before me, for
the former has passed.
A barren field, I thrived,
survived in fear.
And then He broke into my
lonely dungeon and captured
my heart like a knight in
shining armor: he delivered
my life with His life and
planted an unusual seed inside
the field of me. Florals of
praise blossomed from
within/without. Everything
about me began to grow into a
world filled with exotic color
laced with gold.
My Knight became my hero,
my soul’s lover, my soul’s source,
my King, and He loved me until
I became His queen. He was
The glory of my crown, but
I was His crown’s glory.
About the Creator
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