Where Love Grows

She loves daisies,
the kind that grow wild,
unruly, untamed,
spilling over sidewalks,
reaching for the sun without asking permission.

She is like that
not loud, but bright,
not demanding, but impossible to ignore,
a quiet kind of beauty
that sneaks up on you,
takes root in the cracks of your heart,
and suddenly, there she is
everywhere.

I watch her tuck a daisy behind her ear,
fingers grazing soft white petals,
and I wonder if she knows
she is the bloom,
she is the light,
she is the thing I cannot stop looking for
in fields, in skies,
in every unguarded moment
where love grows like wildflowers.