Her heart is young
her mind so free,
she runs like the wind
the hair at her back
like wylde fire in the night sky.

There is something mysterious about her.
A great puzzle
an endless maze.

She keeps up a front
she pushes reality to the back.
Her actions do not bend to her heart.
She is as wylde as the stallions
unbroken,
untamed.

For a brief moment she was mine.
I felt her heart beating
and I gazed into those deep blue eyes.

And as suddenly as it came
the moment left me.
She sailed far down the coast
and away from my heart.

I will never gaze into those eyes again
I will never look upon the fire she held inside.

She is unbroken
untamed
her fire will never be quenched.

Her heart
ever blazing on.