Wildflowe're

Like a radiant wild flower, wind blowing gracefully through your hair,

Never have I seen a beauty quite like yours.

Listening to my madness, I see the saint within.

Romeo said once "Have not saint's lips?"

Then fair lady I ask only this of you:

Grant me my absolution.

Allow our lips to fold in prayer and forgive me my debts with your tender kiss.

That I would throw it all away for one night in your warm embrace.

Turn the tides of change and declare my affections upon thy bosom,

Where I may lay my head on your heart to learn your most intimate desires,

Then I may lay them gently at your feet.

Hold you at a lovers length would I as well, be it your desire.

Allowing you to drift gracefully through my finger tips

That we may both transcend beyond our wildest dreams. <3