A vibrant host.
There is beauty about her way.
Golden rays about the Ghost.
Feelings birthed as from a shakespherian play.
Want to be your lover, said she.
Yet, Don't rush it directly, so later.
A thing to work for, a thing that only might be.
She don't View me as a hater.
The song of love to sing slowly.
I a sojourner to a blessed land.
Made by life lowly.
A lonely man.
Yet, at the end of the glorious trek.
if I only have a friend.
I won't weep nor be a wreck.
It will just be a different end.
To see her happy is my goal.
Even by another stallion.
I seek joy to put in her heart as waters roll.
That is worth many a million.
"Even a Goddess as a partner is still as lovely as a lover."
She's not ready yet, I wait.
For perhaps a greater fate.
©redic
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