Darling

Her hair came down, lose and long. She stood in a field of barley. Sun rays brush her face, gently, making her brown eyes look golden. With the wild glowers in her hands, she moved towards him. In his arms she fell. Holding her he brushed her hair. Holding on tightly, like losing her was around the corner. Even though their future were bright he cherished her as if he was going to lose her. Protecting her form everything his mind could imagine. Grasping her face he placed a kiss on her lip, soft and tender. “Let’s forget the sun, in his jealous sky.” So, she took his hand, the one she placed a ring on the day they made their promises to each other. He led her through the field of barley, through the fields of gold.