The Rebel In Her


She was born in a golden castle walled with opportunities and comforts
She grew up with the high and mighty, the powerful and the pompous.
She lived the life of a continual Christmas mingled with love and fun
And was fed with many stereotypes about guys like me but she swallowed none.


The contrast between us was plain enough for the blind to see
But the rebel in her brought her to me.


I am heir to no throne neither am I aligned to a name people recognize.
All that was bequeathed to me was faith and the will to survive.
I couldn’t afford to give her any assurances; not even that of a moderate size
Yet she resisted all the caution against me which the world could contrive.


I was never the kind of man with whom they wanted her to be
But the rebel in her brought her to me.


She knew who I was – faults included – but she did not mind.
She saw this greatness in me the shadow of which all others struggled to find.
She fought off the prophecies of doom and sour disdain
Till at last, the detractors had no cause to rally again.


Nobody saw what she saw in me 
But the rebel in her brought her to me.


I knew she had sacrificed all that was humanly possible
And I vowed to repay her love by the double.
Now, I look back on all those stormy days
And sing unto her majesty a royal praise


Because when others pointed to options better than me
the rebel in her made her choose me.

Comments

  1. Russia Road27 October 2018 at 17:20

    What if I lose myself and my dreams

    Would the rebel in her still put up a fight for me?

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