The soul has much to say
Wild, hearts
My stride has gotten stronger, over the years
Open plains, Scottish highlands
The course, varies, every day
No matter, the terrain
...I always set the path, on fire
I remember, the watering holes
Fictitious, oasis
Total recall, of indifferent pastures
More weeds, than grass
Still, hungry, after all this time
Galloping, under the cover of night
I see her, off in the distance
For so long, I thought she was running
In reality, shes been waiting for me
...to catch, up
The sweet scent of the wind
Her, whispering my name
When my body grew weary,
her warm heart, stoked my desire
My feet, became like flames
Our pace, eternally, set
The world, is ours, to roam
The love, is ours, to own
We were meant, to be
...it just took, a little time
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