She Loved

He wasn't real, not yet

She wasn't lonely or sad

Because she knew her heart

Her hands held the stars

And through them, her eyes shone

The Winds brushed the Trees

And the tender leaves would hold her hands

The grasses would race her feet

Tickling her toes and teasing her senses

Kisses?

The Sun and Moon took care of that

And with each Glow, so did Her Smile

He wasn't real, not yet

And while somedays

She would have liked him to be

She smiled anyway

And she loved her life

Because it was Hers to Love

~FireBird

She Loved © 2025 by FireBird is licensed under CC BY-ND 4.0

Photo by Jan Kopřiva