Come With Me By: SheridanCraneFitzgerald@hotmail.com Magical fields of flowers Woven from within, I'm made of lace and petals, I'm made of satin. My heart consists of cotton, My being consists of rose; My body expresses happiness, Radiating from my whole. You walk in empty fields Of tranquil bright green grass, With flowers and trees and animals As gentle and fragile as glass. Your soul is shown in your eyes; Your heart from your satin touch; Your kind and gentle nature That I want to know so much. Come walk with me in forests And subtly woven paths Because I think I've found the one I've been searching for at last. BACK