Wheat

I'd began a relationship with him somehow I've always have he was very tender but very busy changing things making miracles happen I continued doing things just to get his undivided attention I quickly adapted to the way that he loved it was very even and sure I'd mastered him as he doting upon me we bathed in the sun and took long walks in the sand gazing over the land he softly whispered give me your hand for you are indeed my masters finest plan