The wind and the sky choose their own course
As does the woman whose heart, soul cry out for freedom
Love her, let her follow her way
Shout from the roof top your
caring.. and give her the chance
to care about you
As the sun sets, dusk darkens the land
if you treat that woman as she needs
she will be there when the sun rises
If not , then she was never yours at all.
A wild heart, is the hardest to love, and will not be tamed.

An Original Poem by H.R. Beebe