The Great Red Buffalo

I give my all to those with worth.
Each love is loved from its birth.
Twas such a find to find you there,
To find a love, who cared to care.

My words found ears that welcomed their call
hidden in hair the sweet color of fall.
Skin as smooth as the feel of silk,
Skin as pale as the color of milk
but more than what these blue eyes could see
is the way you lived, and wanted to be.
Ambition and passion, purpose and drive,
together we grow, and love and thrive.

A power so cold, and dark and mean,
true love forbidden, or so it would seem.
We danced in the shadows, loved in the dark,
rocked in the hammock, and sat in the park.
I dropped the seed, in hopes it would grow,
I saw it get eaten by the selfish old crow.
It should have been planted, and watered and kept,
and to this regret, I have toiled and wept.

A sacrifice is made, a martyr is not,
Both bison and hunter will sit home and rot.
The greatest of things we wanted to be,
but the buffalo roams on, sad, yet free.
The first of its kind, and the last of its breed
Oh how I should have kept that seed.
To plant and grow, to protect and bare,
The only one I've known to ever care.

I gave my all to those with worth.
Each love is loved from its birth.
Twas such a find to find you there,
To find your love, you cared to care.