The Mistress' love

In the quiet hours before dawn’s soft grace,

Where shadows dance and night begins to fade,

A mistress stands, her gaze a tender trace,

Upon the form that serves, unweary, unswayed.

Her slave, so loyal, bound by unseen chains,

Not of iron, but of devotion deep,

Through trials, pain, and countless unseen pains,

In silence bears the burdens he must keep.

His hands, though rough, are gentle in their care,

Crafting her world with strength and silent will,

Each task a testament, each breath a prayer,

His life a vessel for her dreams to fill.

She sees the lines etched on his weathered brow,

Stories of sacrifice, a life subdued,

And in his eyes, the fire burning now,

A soul unwavering, steadfast, and true.

His spirit, though bound, is fierce and bright,

A flame that neither time nor trial can dim,

And in her heart, she holds this sacred light,

A treasure more than gold, more than a whim.

She whispers thanks in words both soft and rare,

For every wound he heals, each scar he bears,

For every moment spent in silent prayer,

For every gaze that shows how much he cares.

Her love, though quiet, blooms within her chest,

A garden tended with the utmost grace,

Where every flower knows its gentle rest,

And every thorn finds its rightful place.

She knows his strength is born of deep respect,

A power not from chains, but from the heart,

And in this bond, she finds no need to correct,

For in his service, they are never apart.

Her slave, her equal in this hidden dance,

Where roles are played but souls remain aligned,

In every touch, there lies a secret chance,

To find the peace that neither seeks to bind.

In her gratitude, she finds her peace,

A harmony that time cannot erase,

For in his eyes, her worries find release,

And in his hands, she finds her rightful place.

No words are needed in this silent vow,

No chains, no locks, just trust and deep belief,

For in this sacred space, they both allow,

A love that’s stronger than both joy and grief.

She sees the beauty in his every move,

A grace that speaks of honor, never pride,

And in his presence, all her fears remove,

For in his strength, her gentle heart abides.

So in the dawn, as light begins to rise,

She holds him close, though distance lies between,

And in her heart, she silently defies,

The world that says their bond is seldom seen.

For in her eyes, her slave is more than just,

A servant bound to serve without a say,

He is her rock, her anchor, her deep trust,

A love that time and tide cannot betray.

2024.08.17.