Spirit....... Rhymes Poem

High on a bridge she sits and waits

And while she waits, she anticipates

Waiting for him to turn from a sprit to mortal flesh

So they can put a love hotter then the sun, to the test

Like the howl of the wolf is carried by the wind

Her soul travels through his vines, where their love will blend

So every time the sun rises and shines

She'll always be there, putting her love on his mind

Never again in her heart will she feel sadness

While living in this world of unhappiness and madness

Once their lost souls intertwine

Their love for each other, will flow in their vines forever, like fine french wine