Wednesday, December 20, 2006

Wildflower


Your eyes are beaming
Your smile is shining
For it is hard for me to pretened
I smell the essence of wildflower in the wind
Like the wildflower your presence is strong
Your aroma encompasses me 'til my end
Oh, such beauty in the light of the day
your eyes are passionate, I feel the moment
Our timing is right
Like t he wildflower it blows in the wind
For I am feeling more than a kindred friendship
in the essence of the wildflower that is blowing in the wind.
~gks

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