Longing

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.