| Wish Every wish has power, Though dandelions Enhance things, somehow. Fuzzy, cotton-topped Seedlings floated down The emerald-glass hill, Bound to the earth Even as they aimed for the sky. They carried my wish For love; my whole heart Aches for it, a need Long past desire or mere Infatuation. The spring Dandelions are everywhere; They carry my wishes. Won't you blow one away? I know you will not grant My wish; at least, wish it luck. love poems anonymous |