I Ride East it won’t take too long,
Til the path rises and then behold the valley below.
My love is waiting, she shows me wonders and she has my heart.
She is as free as an eagle
Her voice as soft as a summer breeze,
Her golden hair flows like a mountain stream.
And she pulls me into her bright golden wing.
As she sings songs, as she plays, she takes my mind.
Her smile and her eyes that gleam, a warmth that is rarely seen.
To behold her is treasure yet she calls herself mine..
Amorith Sherowyn
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Beauty most fair, beyond compare.
Submitted by Earinlin on September 30th, 2010
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