Song of Samson

My hair was longer,
my feet were stronger,
I’m now completely blind;
she fed me with
her four leaf clover,
she maimed me while I dined.

She dazzled me with
form and soothing
touch that eased my mind,
and then she showered
my disempowered
life with lips unkind.

So now I’ll find the
love that frees me;
it’s waiting deep inside
for me to reach out,
to call its name out,
within I’ll find my bride.

© 2013 Marlon de Souza. All rights reserved.

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