Field in every direction As far as eyes can see Another day drifting ‘Cross an endless dandelion sea. Each dandelion unique, Yet somehow all the same - Flowers countless, yet none Whisper my name. But this day was unlike All those that came before - A lone rose like a beacon, Upon the dandelion shore. Velvet lips of crimson flame Above the golden sprawl - The more deeply I knew the rose, The more I longed to know it all. I run my fingers gently Over her fragrant stem Noticing each thorn Brush against my skin. Those little imperfections Reveal a subtler truth - Her every thorn and petal spoke: I’m the one for you.