My Dandelion
I wish that you knew, Dandelion,
How much I like you.
You've only been swaying to the wind of your life,
But I feel a desire to be in your life.
I want to touch you,
As much as a bee wants your pollon
I want to smell you,
Just as much as a hummingbird does to find your syrup.
I want to know your secrets,
The way a scientist studies all your components.
Oh Dandelion,
How much do I wish that you knew me enough.
Just like Dandelions in the wild,
I won't pick you.
It'll be the best for all.
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