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.