Wild Flowers

Wild Flowers


Within these garden walls so high,
Where formal beds and pathways lie,
You walk amongst the fairest blooms,
Adorned by bee and butterfly.

Scent of lavender fills the air.
You take my hand to lead me where
Flows a bright and glistening stream,
Wild flowers grow for lovers there.

May rosebuds brush your fingertips
And soft pink petals touch your lips;
Whilst you savour the sweet perfume
Of this shy flower that your hand grips.

You pluck the violets from my hair,
Grown by you with tender care
On a sunkissed bank we rest awhile
To indulge in a beauty rare.

How silently this angel fell,
Who was enchanted by your spell
And waits, content to follow thee,
To any world where we may dwell.