In the valleys secret shade, Where the wildflowers bloom, A maidens love is gently laid, Beneath the silver moon. Her whispers kissed the morning breeze, Soft as eagles plume, In her heart, the spirits seize, A love that does not doom. The mountains echo back her song, A melody so pure, In the night, both bright and long, Her love will endure. Rivers carve the earths embrace, With paths both wild and free, Like her loves enduring grace, Flowing endlessly. She dreams beneath the starlit sky, With hope that never fades, In the stillness, deep and high, Her sacred heart invades. The ancient pines give silent cheer, To passions that belong, In the silence, loud and clear, Her heartbeat stays strong. Among the hills and golden grain, Her spirit finds its home, With every joy and every pain, Her love is never alone. Eternal as the twilight gleam, Her story lives and grows, In the soft light of a dream, Her endless love bestows.
~Copyright Randy Salars
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