Where the Wildflowers Grow

Underneath the July moon's soft glow,

By the creek where the wildflowers grow,

You took my hand and pulled me near,

Whispered your love for only me to hear.

In your old blue jeans and dusty boots,

Singing songs ‘bout home and family roots,

Your laughter echoed through the pine,

And I knew right then you were always mine.

Let’s dance where the fireflies light up the night,

Hold me close ‘neath the stars burning bright.

In your arms, I’ve found my home,

With you, I’ll never be alone.

Sunday mornings, coffee on the stove,

Talking ‘bout dreams and the life we chose.

Your voice carries warmth just like the sun,

With every day, I know you're the one.

The world can fade, I don’t care at all,

As long as you’re there to catch the fall.

There’s no place else I’d rather be,

Than lost in your love, endlessly.

Let’s dance where the fireflies light up the night,

Hold me close ‘neath the stars burning bright.

In your arms, I’ve found my home,

With you, I’ll never be alone.