The Wanderer's Wildflower

The wanderer dressed in black,
Searches for life's answers,
In every hole and beneath every crack,
Until he realises it's pointless,
As fifty years of endless searching,
Has brought nothing but pain,
Yet he strives to keep going,
Because of the mere presence of her,
The one who can bring fear and inspiration,
The wanderer's wildflower...

She has filled him with joy,
She has broken his heart,
His proposals to her are coy,
But her rejections are harsh,
As she fears to ask when,
Heartache has always been a companion,
And she fears to fall again,
But her heart reaches out to him,
And the wanderer finally stopped wandering,
As the whole time his answer was right in front of him...

She was the one who he wanted to give everything...
The wildflower was the one to whom he wanted to sing...