Wild Flowers

She sits there silently calling my attention

Her scars are all on view

Her flaws are worn as merit badges

Her church has many alters but just one pew.

I would love to test her loyalty

What is broken usually heals far more strong

I suspect in some ways we are very alike

Searching for a place we feel we belong

Her eyes speak to me of mystery

As well as impish, guilty fun

Her body built with subtle grace

Her smile leaves me yearning and undone.

Perhaps one day she will grace my life

Though I suspect she is far more than I ever deserve

Yet to love a soul so broken but honest

Is a love that is fierce and will ever endure

But I place that destiny in her hands

For I suspect she has no interest in one such as I

Yet I will ever yearn for what could be

In a world where I am not faulted if I dared to try.