abdication

Forgive me my soft sins, a man may fail.
But in malice, I am innocent, grave
may be my demeanor, but passions pale
when measured against my purposed and brave
affections for you. Respect and passion,
immeasurable and of a treasure
unearthed only by your beauty, I've won
nothing in this life if not the pleasure
of your sweet presence in my day and night
until the end of all things. You are birth
and death, the breath of angels in their flight
as they consider a man's word and worth.
I have given mine, and am content I
will lay with you alone, until I die.


William F. DeVault. all rights removed.