09-13-2016, 05:09 AM
Those luscious, golden locks on high
Like water drops fall from the sky
And dare to snare a prideful beast,
For such tendrils is no feat.
Sweet to touch and soft to feel;
One has never felt so real
But suddenly they sway away,
A river's peace I still remain.
Until the surface, struck by rock,
Sends ripples down upon my heart
Will these vines let loose of me,
And leave my soul to wander free.
Like water drops fall from the sky
And dare to snare a prideful beast,
For such tendrils is no feat.
Sweet to touch and soft to feel;
One has never felt so real
But suddenly they sway away,
A river's peace I still remain.
Until the surface, struck by rock,
Sends ripples down upon my heart
Will these vines let loose of me,
And leave my soul to wander free.