Wildflower

You're a wildflower-
And no one can lord you-
Standing out-
Wishing to hold you-

Close and tight-
Both inhaling deeply-
Perfect eyes-
A flower worth keeping-

Unplucked in the meadow-
Wind flowing through your hair-
Your lips, they form that smile-
In which I love to stare-

Flower under the stars-
Smells as if perfume-
And while you are so far-
We both watch the same moon