the feilds of a womens soul

As the wind blows through a valley of dandelions

 It creates a flow much like the ocean,

 Waves crashing upon one another

 In a sea of green and yellow

 Upon the breeze, a smell of sweet love

 Much like the fragrance of a woman's soul

 Vibrant and mystical, creating an endless flow of everlasting imagination

 Needing nothing more, than to have one gaze upon her in awe

 Wanting for nothing, and having it all,

 Believing that love is eternally bound

 As the wind blows, the sounds of her become clear

 For those, that are willing to open their minds

 Letting their conscience guide their hearts

 Through the fields of a woman's soul