the lone wolf wandered over the wilderness .
a maverick learns to appreciate the solitude , the wilderness draws him to its charms
the fresh air fills life in him , the clear skies cheers the heart
the tranquil lake , the gentle rain , chirp of the crickets , the rainbow over the horizon
the lord was definitely an artist , he thought
in his canvas spawn an infinity of colors
and then he saw the most beautiful thing on earth -
he saw the little yellow flower
his heart overwhelmed at her sight
and her smile - she always smiled
it was a smile tinged in melancholy
and a more sincere smile he had never seen
the way she murmered to the winds
and danced gently swaying with them
she loved the meadow just as he did
and he loved watching her be happy
she could talk for hours and he loved to hear
his eyes replied , more than his words
they knew they had fallen for each other
but words just lost their power
it is true that the simpler pleasures define the joy of life
the little wonders , the twists and turns of fate
our lives are made in these small hours
and in the early hours of a winter morning , they told their love .
