and her pain quenched the fire that made me wild.
I wept from my debt
and could feel the depth
that my stone-hearted heart had created
and was surprisingly in a few minutes melted.
I hated myself
and never could forgive myself.
I had never shown her love,
I had never been as gentle as a dove.
I had never been this emotional,
let alone been sensational.
I was drawn to tears from my hard tent,
I was moved by the passion of the moment.
She whom I once took as the slave of my heart
is now the queen of my heart.
I now see the beauty in her eyes
and the undying love in her eyes.
She to whom I would never say “ladies first”,
is now my lady who stands the first.
She whom I never cared about
is now the one I give no doubt.
She whom I considered property
is now my first quality.
Against her will I never raise my hand
but shall pamper her with my hands.
She is the queen of my heart.
To her would I ever doff my hat.
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