Of what purpose is my pen,
If it is not to portray you
To scrawl you, across a page
In imagery of rosey hue
To what, swear I my sword
If it is not to protect thee
To defend you, 'gainst the wicked
Who would beset you endlessly
Why then, beats my heart
If it is not to drum a rythmn
By which to sing of my love
and bring glory, you and Him.
To what end was all my seeking,
What was this great quest for?
If it was not to find you,
Both my lady, and her Lord.
And to know a dedication
Like none I have known before.
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