i dreamt as always of wildflowers,
the type that blossom in her perfect smile, of her beautiful heart that does beguile, as the minutes drifted into hours;
her eyes flashed lightning and promised showers, i stood before her a man on trial, just to prove my love without denial, to write an ode of all she empowers

to taste her lips is my only desire, to feel her fingers wrap around my heart, and whisper my love softly in her ear;
to be consumed by her passionate fire, her wondrous light infuses all of my art, for she is everything i hold dear