to walk amongst the flowers wild.

to walk amongst the flowers wild,
upon the late noon hour.
collecting bouquets of cherished leaves,
walking amongst thy elegant bower.
to kneel beside such gentle beauty,
for thee it is I scour–
these sprawling fields and gentle hills,
for true love’s perfect flower.

-ZCS

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