I will love you like a wildflower.
Which grows its own space,
That bends with the wind,
And holds on to place.
That keeps brilliant color,
Delight to all eyes,
That finds its way to carry on,
Amidst these tangling vines.

I will love you like a wildflower,
That daring, reveals real color,
Irregardless of lurking danger,
Lateral lines, and risked comforts,
Goes through seasons conscious.
Life learners; wildflowers want this.

This marking of emotions,
This drawing of lines,
Before growing more wider, and ever more taller
In lateral and in linear, and past present future tense
Still smiling freely wildly,
Still making good sense.

I watch you now forming finely,
Going willingly against the grain,
While aware of the risk it makes,
Still going humbly, and with grace.

Proudly you are the wildflower,
That takes right directions,
Unattached to just sunshine,
Unattached to just rain,
Unattached to shelter,
And not attached to fame. 

I used to love you like a flower,
That I held real close, for peace of mind,
But now I see how love shall be,
And it’s so much better,
And much more fine.

To be loving you like a wildflower,
Far more whole now seen as whole
Away from pressure systems, away from controls.
I now see how real love sees,
It's much more than love like gardens,
It’s Fields and Fields forever,
It’s spiritual wholes.

I know I can’t keep you as flower,
Like a timeless treasure I call mine,
I can now respect the wildness of the flower,
That needs to grow with her own sense of time.

I love you more, as a wild flower.
I’m sensitive to your visions of earth,
I can not be, so afraid to lose you,
As just like me, you’ll find your own worth. 

I still hope to be yours,
With you the wild flower,
I love the sight of you, your scents, and your mind
I have been drawn in from the deepest of jungles
To find you, my wholeness, my companion so fine. 

I had to lose you to know how to have you,
And it’s so much better for my peace of mind,
To see you more wholely,
As someone that’s holy,
As seen from my whole me.  

And my love now grows,
Like wine grows, fine. 

With the sense of the journey,

With the passage of time.