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Rated: E · Poetry · Adult · #2317332
Some women belong among flowers in fields of wheat and barley.
Like a flower in some forest that is hidden from the world
A child weeps gently for stories she wasn't told
Through the trees and into light, her heart begins to beat
The only thing she wanted was to have her loves retreat
A child may be young but an adult she'll become
Her life is sown before her as she sings the blessed song.

Now I stand before her with my soul on fire so deep
I take her hand and tell her so, that there's no time to weep
She wipes her tears in the morning glow and flies into the sky
We all know love is the sacred key so never wonder why
I walk along beside her and leave footprints in the sand
All she wants is to be loved and kissed by a loving hand.

Fires will be set upon with water from the streams
Her heart will beat in every moment and that is how it seems
Bless her heart and shield her life for moments come and go
Let her breathe and be so free, for her spirit no one knows
Upon the fields among the wheat, she lays her head so still
Only she can be this way for her life is ours to fill.
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