The Lure of Wide-Open Spaces
There’s something about the open range that speaks to the soul of a cowboy.
In the glow of dusk, with laughters chime,
Two cowhands met, their hearts in rhyme.
The wind wove whispers through sage and stone,
With playful jabs, their spirits shone.
Her hat tilted low, she shot him a grin,
“Can you lasso stars, or just claim the wind?”
He tipped his Stetson, his eyes full of gleam,
“Oh darlin, I’ll catch them, just like a dream.”
Through canyon trails, they danced with delight,
With teasing banter that sparked the night.
She challenged his courage, he laughed at her wit,
As the moon spilled silver, their hearts both lit.
When dawn broke bright, their laughter held fast,
Two wild hearts bound, a love unsurpassed.
For in those winds, the world felt alive,
In whimsical dances, their hearts would thrive.
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