• i swear it's like she's the heartlands personified
    hay-colored hair,
    that cornflower blue dress she loves so much,
    a bronze heart-shaped locket,
    and the anxious expression of a soldier's wife when she's worried

    and her eyes, oh her eyes
    sky blue and so deep i swear
    i could go cloud-watching in them

    her soul is like a prairie
    wide and open with the wind whispering through it
    little wheat stalks that tickle your cheeks
    like her laugh

    and i want nothing more
    than to lie, on my back
    between her soul and her eyes
    and watch the clouds roll by