In the field of days long past, where childhood’s sun did glow,
A young women with dreams so vast, beneath the willow’s shadow.
She’d close her eyes and softly wish, beneath the azure sky,
For a love deeper than the ocean’s abyss, a bond that would never die.

Yearning for arms that would warmly hold, a heart that would truly care,
For whispers of love in the quiet cold, for a tender, holy pair.
She dreamt of a love that was not just heard, but felt in every kiss,
A love that echoes God’s own word, in its gentle, perfect bliss.

In the chapel of her heart, where faith’s flame brightly burned,
She prayed for a love that would never part, a love that would be returned.
A love that would cradle her fears and doubts, a love that would understand,
A love that would echo hymns and shouts, and trace God’s gentle hand.

She sighed, her hopes like dandelion fluff, floating on the breeze,
Her heart a compass, strong enough, navigating love's vast seas.
Her faith was her lighthouse, her guiding star, in her quest for love so real,
A love that would meet her, near or far, a love she could truly feel.

A love that would hold her in its tender grasp, and kiss away her tears,
A love that would clasp her in its clasp, and quiet all her fears.
A love that was patient, a love that was kind, just as Corinthians told,
This was the love she yearned to find, a love that never grows old.

For she was a young women, pure and true, seeking her heart's delight,
In the sanctum of her soul she knew, God would guide her right.
In His time, in His way, love would come, just as He had planned,
And under the glow of the setting sun, she'd feel that loving.
© kaylincatherinewilliams