Strolling hand in hand through blue shadow mist
Begging with eyes fer that first kiss
Love and laughter abounds through the night
Over flowing a soul beaming with life
Passion consumes when eyes first meet
Lips are pursed and craving their feast
Yet nothing happens something a miss
Never getting to share that first kiss
Standing alone region in hand
Watching the herd surveying the land
Remembering the boy from way back when
Dreaming of what I might have stayed then
Nudged in the back to tighten the cinch
The one I love is ready to ride fence
Wore out boots and a pocket full of change
The love of a life on the wide open range
Making a choice to ride and roam
Never knowing the love of a husband and home
Sitting a saddle twelve hours a day
Choosing to live the cowgirl way
If ever again walking through mist
Chancing to share that first kiss
Hang up the spurs put the saddle in the barn
I'll take the husband and start my own farm.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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