In the meadows of green pasture,
I saw a maiden fair and blue;
As I take a step, she does as well,
We were always a fret away;
When I finally approach her,
She gave me a soft moan,
speaking out from her bosom,
she told me these words:
"Young man, you have delved too far;
'Tis is not your place, nor is mine.
But if you wish to join me on a ride,
then take my hand, we shall head for the sun."
Some random poem I wrote. I have no name for it so I assigned a random stuff to it.