Lying in the fields, where all the wildflowers grow,
Looking up at clouds that never stop nor stay,
Pondering marvels that nearness makes come clear,
Watching her lips move soundlessly, as if to pray.
I’m here because I love her; I want to see her face,
Through which her vernal spirit shines each new- awakened dawn.
Someday I won’t lack courage to go and tell her so,
For now I can’t- but love can wait, if patience isn’t gone.
I turn from her again- as every day I do, and,
Wonder if I’ll ever have that chance to tell my care.
Again the clouds keep parting, again the flowers sway,
And again my heart is aching- but- I will not despair.
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