She will wait for her soul mate – Love’s last desire
A daunting task cast on her fallow heart
For love is not a game to be played but a prize to be won
Like a beautiful garment made of the finest fabric
Her mind will dance around the thought of the less likely
But her soul will never entertain such carnality
To wait, how bane it must be
But how pure the reward
Like a banner to be worn, cast across the shoulders
For her heart has known many but her body one love
How pleasing restraint can be – such a beautiful thing
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