� by Rogue Poet
Eagle eyes soaring over oceans of grain
can ne'er see clearer than I today.
See you for what you are,
and mean to me. How the angels
must have cried when you left.
And why storm clouds momentarily abated
at your first lusty cries�
Thinking of you, I finally understand
why rain and dew beads on roses�
Tis for you my love.
To show themselves as nature's jewels, an
humble homage to your beauty�
And like the plain's stallion, I run free;
And freely give my love� and my devotion�.
Though I ask nothing in return
except a smile� I cry, and wish�.
