The Essence Is You

Lover of life, every man dreamt of you being his wife, Long blond hair shimmering in the sunlight, A golden face, forever smiling, You held the reins of your destiny, Your choice was love, as your soul ran free, Cherishing the roots that made you, When you disappeared the sun was blotted out, Dark clouds brooding over the town, Suspicions, hearsay and rumours abound, Forces unknown had swallowed you up, No trace remains of the flower that was you, Only sadness and death is left on the doorstep, The essence lingers long over a midland throng, The essence is you watching from heavens view.