A young male warrior
Limping along a path
Holding his arm
And looking right down
Suddenly sees a shine
Over by the nearest rock
He goes over and rests
And sees the most beautiful sight
A crystal clear river
And a waterfall up ahead
With bright green grass
And trees as tall as mountains
He looks up at the sun
And blesses what he sees
Then starts cleaning his wound
And sharpening his sword
Suddenly he has a thought
Of his girlfriend back home
Invaded by fighters
Of the evil wrong in the land
He stops what he is doing
And thinks deeper
He sees her in his head
As a girl with a power
He looks at his reflection
and replays the last time
He saw her beautiful face
And hair of shining blonde
With a body to die for
And eyes of Emerald green
He wonders if he ever
Will see that girl again
Tears start to form
From his bright blue eyes
And turn into sparkles
That float in the breeze
He looks up and sees
This girl of beauty
Walking up to him
As he stands up to greet her
He looks closely
And sees her eyes
Emerald green
And perfectly gorgeous
She looks straight at him
And reaches his ear.
"your home!" says the girl
With a soft kiss ending
Perhaps a memory of ur pervios life. I always did love this poem from the moments when u first sent me it.
darr