Just like the field, After a rain,
You've seen those flowers
You can't forget it.
Golden drops on every petal,
Each one unique,
Tests your mettle.
Somewhere down deep
I want to do it,
Run right through it!
Burst those drops
Let fly those petals!
Your golden curls
shine and glitter,
With a toss you make
Them quiver.
Deep inside I want to do it,
Let my hands wander through it.
I bite my lip
And bide my time,
A million rainbows will be mine.
For that golden haired girl that commented on my poem