He rode over to remind me of roses
He swam across to serenade me with songs
He carefully cut my confession
Then ran out to right all my wrongs
He gave me the greatest of gifts
He fought to free my soul – so forlorn
He handled my heart lovingly with his
Then softly subdued all my scorn
He nurtured my needed naivety
He lavished me with long-flowing lace
He bound my brow with his braveness
Then, faithfully, fell at my face
He tenderly taught me to take
He hurried out the heat of my hate
We kissed in the cool of contentment
And forgot all the fears of our fate
Bookish Lara 