Mount up, head out,
My horse and me.
Open to a gallop,
Wild and free.
Scared to be emotional,
Not wanting to get attaced.
Love to you seems irrational,
Only friendships get latched.
Slow to a trot,
Take a look around,
Find a shady spot,
I have a lot to think about.
Always it was you,
My closest, dearest friend,
It was you I told all to,
But your fear of love, filled me with dread.
I dismount, sit down,
Beneath the willow,
Roots and boughs surround,
My thoughts will be thorough.
For always it was you,
That gave me advice,
The one that I ran to,
My love for you, will never suffice.
Gazing up with my eyes,
Cattle grazing nearby,
Under bird filled skies,
like a lullaby.
As I drift to sleep,
I decide a chance you'll have to,
While secretly my heart you keep,
Silently, I'll keep loving you.
Grass for a bed,
Roots for a pillow,
My thoughts are said,
As slumber falls, Beneath The Willow
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