She was a master tactician in bridging the walls of his resistance
With her mesmerizing eyes and increasingly alluring ways
No man who lives and breathes could shield himself against her
She could conquer any warrior’s heart in the strategies of love
And when she scaled his fortress and imprisoned his captive heart
In the tower of her unending love he wished he’d surrendered sooner
Bob Boyd
Author: BobBoyd
Age 80. Cancer survivor since 3 years ago. Work out 3 times a week. Ride my exercise bike 2 hours a day. Live a solo reclusive life. Retired a year ago from working with the elderly in a nonprofit. Started writing poetry a little over a year ago; most poems I write are fictional but some are not. Spiritual with a permanent spiritual experience. Write poems on many subjects. Always researching for many of my poems and because of my unquenchable thirst for knowledge. After reading and hearing about many near death experiences and death bed visions, I believe death is the ultimate awakening and the relocation of a lifetime. You may believe differently, but you have the right to be wrong -- I'm just messing with you. :-)
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