My Wyldeflower ( A poem about creativity)

The spelling is intentional, I have had this stylized in my mind for a while.

My Wyldeflower ( A poem about creativity)

My beautiful lady, do you not see what you are capable of?

An imagination that can paint a vivid picture of unicorns soaring across a purple and pink starred sky.

Grace that makes the Queen of England bow down to you from her throne seat.

Poetry and wit that would make the great Shakespeare compare thee to a summer’s day.

A clever mind that would make Einstein question his own.

A symphonic melody that would make the likes of Bach, Beethoven, Strauss, and Mozart stand up and take notice.

Pondering the mysteries of a universe yet unexplored as Carl Sagan contemplates the cosmos himself.

Painting a magnificent picture of a field of flowers, making Bob Ross smile in amazement.

Crafting your own novel with your own words that would leave Jane Austen, Stephen King, and Edgar Allan Poe all sit up and take notice of your literary mind.

You are my wyldeflower, a creative, bold, and yet sensuous lady that knows how to open minds and let her heart speak.

That is why I love you. You are my Wyldeflower.

My Wyldeflower ( A poem about creativity)
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