Golden Dahlias

Dahlias in her hair,

Making me stare,

Visualized in

Such a way.

I dream of her

To truly stay,

This wonderful way.

Smile soft like


It is the time,

To love her so,

And go,

Picking flowers,

In rain showers.

Holding her hand,

Not even planned.

But thankful to

Be next to her.