The Wild Ones

The Wild Ones

There once was a girl made of wildflowers, warm sunlight, and the fitful gusts of spring;
And there once was a boy who loved her with every ounce of his being.

“Please,”
He would beg.
“Won’t you consent to be mine?
I swear I’ll love you till the end of time.”

But alas, she would only sigh and say,
“No. With you I cannot go;
Not to your village,
Not to your home.”

“Aye, my Dear,”
He’d reply,
“I know better than to ask.
Your heart is here,
Your lifeblood too;
All I request is to remain here with you.”

And into the forests and fields he went,
Under that great expanse of sky;
To become a wild man with his wild wife,
An’ I can't say I ever saw anyone more happy.