Roman Girl

A golden sheen
Escapes from the folds
Of your dress
As you walk through the wheat,
Taking in the warmth
With a basket 'round your arm
And a hand upon your brow.

You don't trouble yourself
With needless agitation
And your skin stays young
Your smile effortless, instinctive.

Can I get to know you?
And you can share with me the secret
Of keeping a heart
Like a child.