The World

Spun, like thread upon a spool

Never looking both ways,

Not ever.

Defiant and strong

Never wavering from her course.


A gentle giant comes in

Unafraid and unassuming.

Grabs the lead rope from the ground

While lightening strikes all around him.


Found, never lost

In a field of green with orange bursts

He laid her down

Gently, of course.


When she became afraid

He said he’d offered his heart

And very soul to her.

Now all he could give

Is the world.


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