Wild Thing

You wondered, once, why I loved you. Let me explain as simply as I can: You are a wild and beautiful thing, my hands pressed against your heart and all I can think is that I do not deserve you. I do not know if I can hold you and let you go as a wild thing should be held and let go. Shall we never regret it? Will you love me forever? Beautiful, wild thing that you are, I love you as a wilting flower loves the sun and rain. I love you as fiercely as a heart can, with all that I have to give and even what I did not know I could give. I love you because you are what I waited for, what I hoped for and I have not been disappointed.