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

What if I lose myself and my dreams
ReplyDeleteWould the rebel in her still put up a fight for me?
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