A field of fresh flowers remind me of the beauty between us. Blossoming free and growing wild. Wind blowing the scent now lingering in our memories of this moment. This moment and forever. And my love, we'll never let this love die. You got sunshine to warm even the coldest buds and enough of your shine to light up all of the dark. And I'll collect seeds, along with my memories, to grow us and plant us and we'll soar so high, we're laughing with the skies. Our scent will free us and fall upon the noses of others. I'll remember to water with tears of joy. We'll grow. We'll root. We'll reproduce. We'll bloom forever. People will bunch us up and give us away and we'll make each of them smile--the way you make me smile. Our garden blooms so much love and happiness. Our hearts will grow like a garden of wild flowers thriving through seasons--always coming back for more.