virtuous woman seasoned of life’s wisdom without schism
sex kitten smitten, honey dos omitted, all lies acquitted
having searched wrecked world over… found fickle love… where’s my dove?
like a wreck upon sands of salty seas, `Tis God hears my pleas
"Still round the corner there may wait, a new road or a secret gate."
as hollowed hull awaits true love’s fate… a virtuous mate
Tracie ~*~ Indigo Dream weaver
Contest Name In a land called fantasy