Resisting all temptations lays her dress
So aware and in tune as she dares
Executing , ‘what say you ,there?”
She is rare and finds the wealth
In her suture as it lays to paper
Reminding her of what is free.
Forcing all directions what was north is now south
Reaching beyond a doubt so extreme touching the west
With the east of seasons laying in an array.
To portray a gem is how she rests
Hoping to find the neverending bliss
That comes in reciting what was blessed.
Her manuscript unfolds
As she is told that her old
Is now used to bloom with.
A desire so long hidden
Yet so fair in scope is forbidden
Clearly deceiving thy eye of receiving.
Her passion has risen.