Tryst
So perplexing she was, that I kept staring
I could build castles in the air, as her sound echoes ring
Her beauty weakened my soul, but I couldn’t change a thing
She sat by the river, tapping the water with her feet in spring
Waiting in alacrity, for her precious gem to sigh in the morning
She walks through the shafts of sunlight, determined to sing
The birds above her dancing to the ballet, and glamorously singing
She was lonely with no one to hold, for a cheesy walk in the orchard and cling
Someone to love by her side, would be a joyful sting
Soothing her heart, shielding her from the morning chills and panicking
And on she will ponder through the abyss, as her heart will keep beating
From her sojourn to the falls, the love will be idyllic for her reigning,
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