The Wild Flower
1 min readJun 27, 2019
Where my eyes stare
And where my feet go,
I perpetually dream of you;
Your vision smile at me,
Written in the celestial gold -
A flower bud that unfolds gently: -
My love from afar
The evening sun haunting
Gaze down from its blue sky;
The Flower reveals her heart
To her love, her mysteries.
O wildflower vision,
I crave your love at noon
My love from afar
I don’t enfold you yet — this is true -
But somewhere you exist;
The evening sun shone on your image
And I pretty arrogant, watch,
My love paints her passion!
Secretive the dark eyes
With love from afar
