Hiding in the forest lost among the trees,
Purity of thought in praying on both knees,
Crying out in pain for the twist of this fate,
Once lost in true love, but now it is too late.
Above the God of thunder crashes in the dark storm,
Only memories of her one true love to keep her warm.
Intrigued by the passion of his attention at first,
Being a prisoner in his life ... from best to worst.
Copyright © Michele Osborn, 2011
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