Meet me in the place
where the wildflowers grow,
and the grass stretches far as the horizon.
On a cloudy day,
meet me there and we can dance barefoot in the rain,
and explore the enchanted forests of our minds.
We'll hold hands and cuddle under the lone willow tree,
forget about the world and travel
deep into each others eyes;
to a place so sweet euphoria will be jealous
Meet me in the place
where the wildflowers grow.
And I'll hold you, until the Sun sets on forever;
I'll never let you go.
(Mistycalpoet Aug/2010)
Reminds me of when I used wander with my teenage love holding hands through lane and field. Now that was bliss!!