To view this page the way it's intended download the Brush Art Font I kneel trembling, heart in my throat, Eyes lowered, to scared to breath… Master so close, I can feel his heat, Hear him breath, hear as he whispers my name.. Calls me to him, to my place. The only place I wish to be… Calls me home…. Where I feel safe, where I feel loved… Free to be myself, give of myself.. To my Master I give my heart, my soul, my life… I place everything in his strong hands, Secure in the knowledge he will protect them, Care for them, nurture them….teach them…. Teach me, help me grow… Help me be the very best I can be.. I kneel trembling, heart in my throat, And look up at my Master… Offering him this little gift.. Offering him…..me. by Enchant © 2001 © 2001 Do not remove this poem in part or full from this web site. Back Poems Menu Guestbook Click the above image to leave a message in Enchant's Guestbook to let her know how you feel about her Poems Thank You! E-Mail Enchant Tell A Friend about Poems by Enchant Type In Your Name: Type In Your E-mail: Your Friend's E-mail: Your Comments: Receive copy:  Join Poems by Enchant's mailing list. Enter your name and email address: Name: Email:   Subscribe      Unsubscribe Midi Title "Enya Kelt" Do not remove anything from the site. Thank You. *****Notice***** I have by no means intentionally used copywritten images. If you own the copyright to any original image used for the creation of these pages, please e-mail the Webmistress with proof of copyright, and I will be more than happy and be honored to give you credit, add your link on the page where the image is being displayed, or if you prefer I will remove the image As Soon As Possible. If there are any problems with links or images showing on this web site, please e-mail the Webmistress. This page was last updated: