Thursday, October 20, 2011

Wild flowers

If you ask me what can make me happy
you will see I am easily pleased.

A wild flower to go in my vase, for roses
to me are nothing more than a waste.

A gentle touch to my face, a lingering
kiss to take its place.

A picnic basket in a field, watching as
wild life jumps and squeals.

A note in the morning just to say hello,
have a great day and I love you so.

A arm to hold me as I sleep at night,
chasing away all the nightmares I seem
to find.

A dream to be shared as the music softly
plays, hearts that talk no words need to
be said.

A joke to be said, a laugh to be heard,
all I really need is for you to be there.

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