Impart not unto me what I have long known,
Nor reveal that which I never wished to know.
Blissful ignorance, a state I freely throne,
A shield against the world’s relentless flow.
Consciously unaware, or bliss in disguise?
A paradox profound, where wisdom lies.
Ignorance at will, a choice I make,
To preserve the wonder, the mystery’s sake.
Scraping along defences,
The enemy’s army advances,
With swords clashing and shields banging,
Our warriors stand their ground, unflinching.
The battle rages on and on,
As the sun sets and the moon rises,
Blood spills on the battlefield,
And the air is filled with war cries.
Our soldiers fight with all their might,
Defending their land and their kin,
Their courage and bravery shining bright,
As they face the foe, chin to chin.
But as the night wears on,
And exhaustion starts to take its toll,
We pray for victory to come,
And for our enemies to fold.
Finally, the dawn breaks,
And the enemy retreats in defeat,
Our warriors emerge victorious,
Their triumph a sight to behold.
I promise to protect you even in peril,
My love for you, a flame that will never fizzle,
I’ll be your guardian angel, your shield and sword,
Together we’ll conquer, our love forever adored.
Prayers for protection we send above,
To shield us from harm and with love,
We ask for guidance and strength,
To face the challenges at any length.
May the angels watch over us,
And keep us safe from any fuss,
May our hearts be filled with peace,
And our worries and fears cease.
For in prayer, we find solace and hope,
And the strength to help us cope,
With life’s uncertainties and strife,
And to navigate through it with life.
Cuddles at night, a cozy embrace,
A warmth so pure, it fills us with grace,
A comfort so strong, it eases the mind,
A thing of beauty, that’s hard to find.
The blanket, it wraps, and covers us tight,
A shield from the cold, that brings us delight,
Its texture, it soothes, and fills us with peace,
A thing of wonder, that never will cease.
The pillows, they fluff, and cradle our head,
A thing of comfort, that eases our dread,
Their softness, it lulls, and fills us with ease,
A thing of beauty, that brings us to peace.
The room, it’s dim, and filled with soft light,
A thing of comfort, that’s easy on the sight,
Its ambiance, it calms, and fills us with rest,
A thing of wonder, that’s always the best.
Cuddles at night, they’re a thing of delight,
A wonder of nature, that’s always in sight,
They fill us with wonder, and endless awe,
A thing of beauty, that’s never a flaw.
My shield so strong, impenetrable, and bold
No sword, no spear, no arrow can unfold
I am protected from all that can harm
No danger, no foe, no cause for alarm
But in my fortress, I am all alone
Is invincibility worth being on my own?
© VishalDutia
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