The wind like an enchantress
weaves magic in her hair.
The heavy steps she takes
crossing the line between rough and fair.
Unconditional love she carries in her heart
whilst towards lies she is beckoned.
Will her man rise to claim her?
With whose memories her heart is adorned.
No gain, no loss, infinite longing
and a bridge old and rotten.
Yet she yearns to be fooled again
by that face never forgotten.
The lilies bloom, brightened by her gaze.
The birds break into a song.
Drowning in misery and reveling in love
her heart and soul are where they belong.