Fields Of Wildflowers

My lonely heart cries for you in the darkness of the night, listening for echoes of your voice in dreams, but it never comes. Silently, no sound emanates from your loss and I continue to cry, holding my pillow tightly, wishing it were you in dreams, running through fields of wildflowers. Looking for you, but you're as illusive as the butterfly flitting in a morning breeze, I cannot catch even a glimpse of you anywhere. My heart reverberates with your love, but gets no answering reply, and I fall to my knees in the grass, sobbing for you, my love, the only one I've ever loved in this life.