Date: Wed May 26 22:04:41 2004
From: Sethlans
Subject: Steel

Though we be many leagues apart
with naught but words with which to sway,
The cold hard steel around my heart
thou oh so gently peeled away.

A gentle pulse now throbs for you,
the armour gone that saved it pain.
Within thy hands it beats anew,
might once again sing love's refrain.

Deprived of shield, no barrier tough,
it could be crushed, asunder cast
if thou were callous, grim or gruff
or let it slip from thine sweet grasp.

But if it softly doest thee treat
and whisper words of love so sweet,
it will not cease it's beating true
and never ever make thee blue.

• Steel by Sethlans on Wed May 26 22:04:41 2004
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