The Lion And Her Field Of Love
My life line is shared and kept by another.
She is my other self a god in my eyes with the beauty of a lion.
She roams here on my fields of love with no fear.
I give her my wide open spaces and she gives me the grace of her beauty.
Walking throw I feel her soft touch up on my skin as she lays in my fields.
The field is grateful and warms her with a thickness of wheat.
The lion and the field feel endless no end and no beginning just what is now.
Together they belong forever while the rest of the world admires their beauty.