When she was created, the
earth was made for her to walk upon.
It offered grass to soften
her steps, and flowers to bow before her.
The water came as rain to keep
the earth from turning to stone
And show her how tears would
keep her heart from hardening.
The wind appeared to dry her
tears and part as she journeyed forth
And whispered through her
hair into the placed she had been.
The fire grew in her heart
and she burned as bright as the sun
And every man that looked
upon her felt the burn of passion.
©
Sept 28, 2012 ~ DBC, Duke of the Arctic
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