What fortune will be received,
From all the gold I see,
When will you come to me
So I may find the world I need
Graceful finger tips glide across my skin,
In your eyes I fall within,
And hope to find joy,
From your spirit that crawls in my ski.n.

Water drops fall upon my face,
You gently cool me down,
From the hot sun rays,
Your kiss breathes for me,
My body tingles,
And pulls me closer to you.

I sing you a song of innocence,
A girl who searches,
And finds the beauty in the eyes,
Of a peasant just like she,
Who sees life and love,
In all the simple things.

Wishful,
I may be,
Trapped in a time,
Where things meant nothing,
And true love was what was lived for,
Died for,
Fought for,
And cried for,
Though now the only diffrence is,
Few know the real meaning of the word……..
LOVE.



 
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