by Leonard Shepherd
(Monticello, Arkansas )
I found her, but she wasn't lost.
It was her path, that I had yet to cross.
I offered her my hand, to lighten her load,
and together we crossed the road.
When we made it to the other side,
I introduced her to my pride.
She gladly accepted to be my bride.
Now we no longer walk,
but on my back she can ride.
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