Her shape is a hidden map
For hundreds of conquistadors
Seeking what’s beyond her lap
Owning her juvenile allure
In the breadth of her landscape
Her once wilderness is tamed
Her soul locked in a bastille
While her lone temple awaits.
All she ever desires is a traveler
She deemed she once knew
Still, the stars won't the answer
When her love is due.
Mar 23, 2019
Mar 23, 2019 at 4:04 AM UTC
Her shape is a hidden map
For hundreds of conquistadors
Seeking what’s beyond her lap
Owning her juvenile allure
In the breadth of her landscape
Her once wilderness is tamed
Her soul locked in a bastille
While her lone temple awaits.
All she ever desires is a traveler
She deemed she once knew
Still, the stars won't the answer
When her love is due.