Love is a field
Where the wild flowers grow
If this were show and tell
Maybe then you would know
Where the seeds are sown

On our window seal
Sits the vase of flowers picked
Loves fragrance is in the air
We haven't lost sight of that gift
At least not yet

Though the flowers may wilt
And appear to die over time
Love can not be killed
Once it's made it's way
Into our hearts and minds

Let's take yesterdays yield
And plant them beside the rivers flow
We will harvest what we till
From out loves field
Where the wildflowers grow