They don't hear her inner voice
They shake their heads and pretend to agree
In other things they want to rejoice
Her mind is such a lovely thing
She has a song to sing
I hear the melody in my heart
It pulls me like the reins upon my steed
As the hart enjoys sounds by a brook
It fills my inner need
I have not said so as of yet
In all these years I've known
A day will come when I will speak
To reap the seeds I've sown
I dream to carry her in my arms
To reside in her heart
And she will know that I will stay
Never to depart
For I know the pain she's felt
I've cried my tears for her
And sat alongside while she slept
To see if she would stir
I counted all the breaths she took
Each one precious as it was made
The image of her in my mind
Could never fade
For she is beauty of all that flows
Her gentle caring ways
To wipe the tears from her cheek
To spend my ending days
~Moses~
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