Once upon a time there lived in the Midwest a girl. Her father, who owned a large wheat field, had died when she was just seven. Leaving the wheat field to her three older brothers, her mother, and her. The brothers filled their days with alcohol and criticism of their sister. She never let them see her cry.
She might be a wheat farmer, but she is a princess at heart. She is young with a youth that seems eternal. Her flowing hair, her deep eyes, her luscious lips, her sculpted figure – she makes the rose blush for shame. The sun is pale compared to her light. Her heart is golden. Her love is true as an arrow.
One evening she was floating through the wheat field and she noticed a young, handsome, warrior of a man standing at the end of the field. The power in his eyes has her oblivious to the darkness that is falling around her.
They speak. Her mother calls for her to come home. She leaves. He asks to see her again. She smiles. Another day. Same place. They connect.
The wheat field becomes a battle ground for her heart. Her brothers try to kill her passion with words that wound. Her warrior fights back with a raw courage to set her free. Much blood is shed on both sides. The battle is intense. The warrior is wounded. His princess throws her self on him and passionately says, “Set me as a seal upon your heart, as a seal upon your arm; for love is strong as death, passion fierce as the grave.”
Her brothers coward back slouched in defeat. The princess and her courageous warrior create a bed out of the wheat and give passion a new meaning.
Fast forward ten years and the princess drives a taxi disguised as a mini-van, a warrior with a bear gut whose courageous stand has been replaced by a slouched, beer gut flopped in a recliner with the sword replaced by a remote control. She know longer feels like a princess, no like connects, no longer feels the passion found in the wheat field, or the commitment of a man that will fight for her heart that was once upon a time now she never lets them see her cry.
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