Flowery Fields

You will run through flowery fields
Collecting enough so that their stems
fit firmly within the palm of your hand

You will carry them over green hills
That roll like ocean waves
     upon misty shores

You will head deep into the forest
That hides mysteries very old
     within its leaves

You will descend into valleys below
Which contains the waters
     of renewed life

You will climb the mountain
Which aspires to rake its hand
     across the heavens

     Such a long journey
     to deliver your blossoms
     to your most beloved

A beautiful woman
Long dark hair stroked by the breeze
Eyes, a pleasant tone of brown
That reveal a world of wonder
Resting behind them

You will frolick toward one another
Holding your blossoms tight
Ready to present these tokens of love unto her
And pour yourself into her bosom.

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