One in the spring,
when the sky was bright blue
I was amidst a field of wildflowers
Writing as i do.
When as i look up,
I gasped as i beheld
A woman in the field.
I thought i was alone.
But i was wrong.

She stood there you see,
About five foot three,
A tiny little thing.
But when she turned.
Tiny she made me,
I was frozen with fear,
Of the tiny lil thing.
As her gaze fell on me.

What did she think,
What would she say.
All this came to me,
As I stood stock still.
Moments past us by.
And neither of us spoke

Amongst a field OF wildflowers
Both our hearts beat fast
For as much fear as i Felt
I saw in her eyes too.
My only hope was Frail
Because as i look at her.
I felt loves first bite.