I have not conquered anything;
If anything she's conquered me.
So I am hers and she is mine -
Two lovers for eternity.
Once long ago, I seemed to be
A wild man untamable,
But she was filled with so much love,
And love was more than capable
To break my wild boyish view
Of winning wars with womanhood -
Such petty ways to see the gift
God gave to Adam that was good.
Yes, I will sacrifice myself
Without a hesitation for
My love, my life, my shining bride,
And should need be, I will give more
To men, a woman is a game.
If won, a conqueror you'll be,
But I've not conquered anything;
If anything she's conquered me.

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Rhymes in Red: a collection of poems by D. W. Christian
PoetryA collection of poems I've written and am writing concerning love, loss, life, death, darkness, hope, and many other subjects.