The Power He Wields

The power he wields here in his hands
Developed to heal these war ravaged lands
The power he wields here in his soul
Can help to make our wounded hearts whole

The power he wields here in his mind
Aids him to get himself out of a bind
The power he wields here in his arm
Protects me and keeps me safe from harm

The power he wields here in his life
Helps him to move on through toil and strife
The power he wields here in his eyes
Pulls me in despite his veil of disguise

The power he wields over my heart
Brought me into his love, we never will part

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Teefa's Last Word…

Just another mushy poem I came up with while in class. I was planning on using this for a school project, but then the professor changed the plan and made us all work in our discussion groups. How can you write a story with four or five friends breathing down your back? I for one am a solo writer. Except for the impute given by the girls. But even then, I'm in charge of the entire operation.