I Am Your Wildflower
There I was, a tender wildflower swaying softly amidst a meadow of ravishing blooms. All my life, the wilderness has been my sanctuary. It is the place where all my dreams run wild in an everlasting spring. Luminescent sunbeams hold my hands and we frolic between the forest’s lush labyrinth like curious children. Raindrops wash away all my sorrows as we sing poetry under the clouds. I hug my heart and reassure it that we need nothing more from life other than this garden of reveries.
Until one beautiful day, a sun more glorious showed up in my secluded dream. Curiosity casts a net around us both and suddenly, in a wistful language only a wanderer would understand, we knew…
I knew that my soul never belonged to only me. That when you journey farther away, you meet not only yourself but your soulmate. Who chases you on horses to hidden kingdoms you can’t invite others in. He is a hero seeking his treasure, hiking the summits of your mind, caressing the cascading waterfalls from your face, and liberating your heart from its long-forgotten castle.
An intense feeling stirs within me. I look upwards at you as if you are my heaven and I long to be picked up by your gentle hands. I gaze at your eyes and suddenly, see my reflection in their aquamarine lakes, taking me captive on a journey farther into your mysterious soul. My pen refuses to write another word in my story without you being a part of my life.
But wait, I am only a frail wildflower in a world of roses. A free spirit, longing to roam this earth. Will I not end up plucked and forgotten?
But no, for true love is always here to take root and stay. He tells me he doesn’t want a pressed wildflower tucked between the pages of his story.
He wants a home within my heart, surrounded by my wildflowers.
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