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by: Sir Wolfr1 June 2007 We are again happy to share with you my Master's (SirWolfr1) newest poem. It is given to all those who's lifes have been touched by Breast Cancer. My Master gives his talents to this cause and hopes it brings you comfort and peace. He acknowledges that there are many that are now survivors of this illness. As a woman as well as a submissive I hope you will be tested on a regular basis for this. You are a woman, a submissive, and you are important. With love we present to you "You Never Walk Alone." Please share it with all you know as a reminder of the love we share and the illness we must fight. Please contact myself or my Master with your thoughts and feelings. They are always welcomed and so important to his future work. Respectfully, Passonate Desire Submissive to SirWolfr1 Her body no longer torn by the unspeakable pain. As at her side stood a man clothed in leather and grief, As he struggled to withstand the awful strain. She was his submissive, his woman, his love. The one about whom he had built his world and life. His anchor whose love had always sustained him, And who he knew together they could withstand any strife. But he knew that soon that would all be ending, When he left this room, he would do so alone. To return to their home, now so lifeless and empty, And he struggled to withstand the weight of this unspeakable stone. He thought back to the day this journey had started. When at his order she had asked about a lump in her breast. How the doctor had examined her, then asked her to return the next day. Saying that he had wanted to "run a few more tests." The tests were endured because her Master had ordered it. She had tolerated it with a smile to get his answer. And it had near brought them both to their knees when they got the results. A single word had forever changed their lives...it was cancer. From that moment on, each moment was precious. And each night together was a pearl beyond price. For each knew that now time was forever against them. And it turned their hearts and their souls to ice. Both knew this was a battle that they could not win. The doctors had known to offer false hope would be heartless and cruel. The monster that consumed her would not be denied. And soon, he knew he would loose his jewel. And so they had come to this most bitter of days. As the doctors told him that there was no reason to hope. And as he watched helpless as his love slipped forever away. He felt that he too had come to the end of his rope. He watched as the monitor recorded each of her heartbeats. And saw that they were becoming further and further apart. He reached down to take her hand in his for the last time. As with tears watched his love from this world depart. At last the monitor fell silent. And then gave out a soulless and uncaring tone. He lowered his head and turned as tears fell in a torrent. As he exited the room, now forever alone. And as he left the room, he found waiting outside. A sister of hers from happier and more care free days. No questions were asked, nor were answers offered. She knew what had happened from his pain filled, and anguished gaze. "When my sister was told there was no hope, Her thoughts were not for herself, but for you. She knew you could not follow where she had to go, And so asked me to deliver this note, which she herself could not do." With trembling hands the man in leather opened the envelope. It's seal he broke with tears in his eyes. And read the words written before him in her tiny script. "My Master," it said. "Why is it now that you cry?" "Our love is like that you might read of in books. A love that one in a thousand are lucky to find. And now you think that this love is now over, Because within this worn out body I am no longer confined?" Love such as ours is not defined by our bodies. And love such as ours cannot forever be kept apart. So I ask you to now live your life, as you know you must. And know my love, that we will meet again...you need only to one day follow your heart. But you are a Dom, my love. A rare and most special breed of man. One who teaches and nurtures and shows others the way. So the dark voices in their souls, they can understand. You my love are a Dominant, One who stands as an example and shows others the way. One who protects and teaches and returns those to the pathway. Our brethren who have from the path gone astray. So I ask that you live your life now my Master. To live it for both of us, not just for you alone. And know that I will be watching and waiting my love. And that one day, you will find me, and together we will go into that great unknown. Without a word he slid to the floor. As tears like a river flowed. The sub reached out her hand to comfort his pain, And asked if he would like to for a bit, be alone. For a moment he paused, and looked at the note before him. As the meaning of his love's last words struck him to the bone. He slowly rose, and straightened his leathers. And softly told her. "Thank you...but from this day forward... I will never be alone." SirWolfr1@AOL. com 
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