The Maiden
Amid the fields of golden wheat,
A maiden sits with sprightly feet,
Her heart so light, her spirit free,
Her soul ablaze with poetry.
She dreams of love and distant lands,
Where the rivers meet the sands,
Where knights in armor ride so bold,
And tales of chivalry unfold.
Her heart beats fast, like a drum,
As she dreams of love, sweet and young,
With every breath she takes, she longs,
For the chance to sing her songs.
And as the stars begin to shine,
She turns her gaze to the sky divine,
Whispers softly on the breeze,
Come love, and set me free with ease.
Oh, the maiden in the fields below,
Yearning for love, hoping to grow,
May she find the one that she seeks,
And live a life that's full and complete.
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