Dandelions in the field

August 9, 2009
By Anonymous

Dandelions in the field
Breezes tickling them
and there you are making wishes with every breath
your round face aglow with fleeting hopes and joy
I ache I long to touch that face
your heart steadily pound with rebuttal
I move I live to that heart beat
An when those green eyes flicker with thought
I wait to hear from your precious mouth
your senile opinion
And when your soft white skin
is kissed by stray rays
of the sunlight
how I long to be those rays
But most of I wish
I could be those dandelions
an make these wishes true

The author's comments:
This is written for some one precise to me and I wish that could make every one of her wishes come true and I will strive to do so.

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