Surrounded by Jezebels in which the queen thy seek is subdued by misguided knights. Thus, the settlement of physicality appeals to temporary emotion. Scattered feelings take hold in hopes to becoming whole. Extol my queen, sword gently placed at hand thy knightlihood in thought. Recognizable by glance. Romanticized by heart. My mind fancies so. Paralled bodies worn like armor. If Offended now defended, this; ordained by the finest of hand. To be dressed; sworn by uttered demand. Energies committed to be compressed upon her curves. In the center of it all, her heart. I mind, drawn like a map outlining her land. Her safe stipulations of thought in which I stand. I will…. to love .. to protect her, I do… For which I already was to say,… I can.

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