I'D Like To...

I'd like to be your daffodil and kiss you with my petals beneath the golden sun, where four leaf clovers grow lush and lucky and fanatically green I'd like to paint my poem a meadow where her words could roam freely as a butterfly flittering gracefully through the trails of hope and rain and forgotten dreams I'd like to call you my wild rose and press you gently against my belly until your thorns grab ahold two flowers becoming one and sweet and simply complete I'd like to live life unafraid and laugh through the madness that makes blond hair turn gray, sometimes it's tough growing older alone without a proper chest to call home and familiar and perfectly whole