The midnight frown upon her face
wanting only to share the peace
Finding dead ends at every road
trudging backward to her humble abode
This box of emptiness where she rests
misleading symbol of questions and tests
Knowing she would find her hidden desire
beyond the green grass guarded with fire...
For whom would she sing a silent lullabye
While the moon illuminated one tear from her eye?
At last she could dream for one if not two
and into her thoughts she no longer withdrew
The plan and the parts that she would play
seemed to reveal and light the way
With passion her guide and love as her duel
Never to concede or pay the fool...
What have you brought upon her mind
some happiness she believed she'd never find
And what of the promise to her you should make
to cherish, honor and appreciate
She breathes alone to isolate your heart
her love inspires the painter's art
Only to fulfill your desperate need
Smiles that beckon the strong to concede
Softest whisper into your faith
a planet's paradox within its wrath
For now soothing winds she brings to you
upon a blessing of trust and truth
And low, the angel his whisper bade
a constant nurture to the greenest blade
The grass would grow full like her love
Grace and triumph from God's hand above
Assign to her the infinite task
to submit to you the dawn of the past
And the future will bring the life that bore
the creation of a man for her to adore...
She worships to obsession the possibility...
that life can grow from futility
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