An uplifting laugh
and beautiful eyes
which to behold, is the greatest prize
An enchanting soul, not concealed in lies
You fear no creature, man or beast
Surrounded in light like a holy priest
No one can stand to your blade
and those of your own can rely on your aid
Your company consists of a chosen few
your bravery makes them stick like glue
Oh if only I could be in your company of brave,
I'd follow you even beyond the grave.
I do not know how to hold a sword
Or heave an axe for the safety of my lord
But I will defend your honor with my last breath
In a never ending ballet with the forces of death
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A woman 👩 of virtue is man's highest glory. Beautiful love ❤ poem, well articulated and nicely penned in good rhyme scheme from the heart with conviction. Thanks for Jasir. Please read my poem POETIC MASTERPIECE.