There is a way to say this in French:
The ceremony was a prairie lullaby.
Yes, She was my answer.
I could tallgrass all night. What I did:
lap my heartrend
away, love the sun on the lake of her,
fleet of foot. She homed a heartland
Maybe it was New Orleans that led me
Mississippi nigh toward this Deer
Spirit but My God, she could Earth
like only a Woman could. Yes, together
we manned the dirt into statues,
praised the land for its song.
We bickered over how to greet
the neighbors. She would learn
to hate me for my
willingness to stay.
The fire would come
but remember: there was a time
when she welcomed me here.