As a boxer in your ring
I would fight for you
but never against you
unless I must fight for us
.
As a dancer on your stage
I would make love to you
only when you desire
and when you stir the desire in me
.
As a farmer in your field
I would toil for you
but never ask you to toil
and still cherish the times we work together
.
As a florist in your garden
I would love you
but never take love from you
save for when it is given
.
As a singer in your ear
I would croon for you until I'm out of air
I would let all my secret slip
and let you keep the ones you wish
.
As a painter in your eye
in art, I would immortalize you
so generations to come will remember
you—your heart—your love
.
As a priest in your temple
I would worship you, devote my being to you
I would give you my soul
and never ask for so much as a tear in return
.
but I cannot do these things if you will not let me...
.
So for you, I would be a wanderer instead
without a prayer, I would bow my head
without a guiding light, I would memorize these lines
without a key, I would sing
without a flower, I would sow
without a plow, I would reap
without a stage, I would dance
and without a ring...
.
I would prevail...
.
About the Creator
Justin Keeling
A systems thinker dedicated to the task of disillusioning and reconciling a fragmented world through art, design, music, and story.
I sing for the dryads who spring through city sidewalks.
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