O Dearest Lover
I am no caged bird
with plumage pretty,
who chirps sweet words,
who flirts and warbles witty,
to decorate an arm.
With fangs of glibness,
and claws of charm,
I ask forgiveness—
I am a mountain tiger,
not trophy won.
I seek divines higher
than clouds and sun.
My love is mine to give,
my heart not his to hold,
my life is mine to live—
I ignore this ring of gold!
No master or king
ever tames this soul
and enslavement brings.
I break the chain’s oppress
and curse the buyer.
I ask forgiveness.
I am a mountain tiger.
Last edited by Jim Ramsey; 07-15-2025 at 06:48 AM.
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