My heart is growing lull, hoping to find love to fill with gold, Yearning to see through darkness in my soul, with tenderness light a candle not letting the wind blow it cold.
Desiring a kiss that feels sweet as fresh morning dew, A dandelion in a field of flowers only to be picked by you.
That pink moon that your vision sees through it’s true color, Thunder on a stormy night that stops you in your tracks like a force of nature.
Stars of that perfect constellation when you look in my eyes, Roots of a tree that remain true no matter the surprise.
Blue skies that captivate me with the sunrise and sunset, A lotus flower that grows despite the elements.
Has the sky been torn? Is love now just a thorn?
A force of nature I hope will hit, Wondering if true love still exists?