Serendipity’s Field

As if transported to a quiet field
Where wind is felt, unheard, where life is green
A place of peace where love can be revealed
A hidden place, by vulgar eyes unseen

How frequently I go there on my own
And find impressions she has left behind
Within the greenest grass that’s ever grown
Upon the earth or in the human mind

How frequently she’s left some token there
Because she knows I wander in this field
Her fragrance lingers in the fragrant air
A charm to which she knows I’ll always yield

How frequently my joy is made complete
In serendipity’s wide field we meet

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