The Merciful One🤍

The Merciful One🤍

The fellow is much taller than I am
With its strong,broad build and outspread frame.
A towering figure it can very much be,
For someone as miniscule and naive as me.

But the fellow is charming and grand despite the robust form,
For a sense of beauty is evoked by its fine features
And ebony coil cord like mane,
Which complements the appearance of its black uniform.

A dusky complexion it does possess
With very few flaws that imperfect.
The eyes obtain an intense but delicate gleam.
With brows and lips that are full and complete.
What an alluring appearance of beauty, it seems.

Compassionate as the name depicts,
With a voice that is serene and deep
feeling of comfort and tranquility is felt everytime it speaks.

The fellow smiles at me and I grin back with a rosy blush.
The days continue and new feelings of fondness begin to gush
It treats me well and makes me laugh,
And sometimes makes me forget the dreadful horrors of the past.

After a dozen years we meet once more,
The fellow and I outside the elegant front door.
I have no memories of it until this day
But why does it seem as though we have met before in some other way?

I will wait for its return to the place I call home
And hope that we will blossom together once more.
To see it again is something I will always pray,
If only it could happen in some miraculous way.

The merciful one.