whether I am word strong
or woman weak
your fervor for me
never flags
there are vestiges and plumes
in my every second room
and yet you remain
my ever emphatic sunrise
you court my windows
and lure my porch from the cold
bath of its night shade
you are dragon dear
with a scratched up saint's veneer
few can match your Trailblazer's Path
through my tatter patched heart...............
(Nov. 30, 2009 1235am)
very nice write