By Dan S.
Date: 25 January 1999

Wildflower Eyes

Some women are like a well-tended garden,
With nary a weed and always a warden
To keep the grounds neat.
They foster perfection with deep introspection
And watch in great fear lest a blemish appear
To spoil the great sight.

But give me the girl with the wildflower eyes
A song in her heart and a spirit that flies
Like a bird in the sky.
Her garden is tended by sweet woodland fairies
Who plant at their leisure the flowers of pleasure
That bloom when she tarries.

Some women are like a great thicket of thorns,
With berries so much but who dares to touch
Will be scratched up and torn.
They guard themselves closely and tempt those who would
Reach out in earnest to draw near and harvest
Their love if they could.

But give me the girl with the wildflower eyes
A song in her heart and a spirit that flies
Like a bird in the sky.
She dances in meadows of grass and clover;
She runs like a deer and without any fear
She takes my heart over.

Some women are like a deep forest of darkness,
They live in the shadows, anticipate sorrows,
Hiding from the sun's rays.
To venture too near them will make your heart cold,
They'll darken your spirit, smother anything near it,
And make you feel old.

But give me the girl with the wildflower eyes
A song in her heart and a spirit that flies
Like a bird in the sky.
She sings with a voice of purest delight,
Her smile is her beauty, to spread love her duty,
In my life, she's the light.


December, 1994
Written for Isolde