Love a wild woman. Do it.
Love her in her beauty and carefree attitude
love her when she cries emotional tears over sappy movies you watch a dozen times with her and
they still affect her
love her when she wakes up early to drink coffee and meditate
love her when she has a glass of vodka and orange juice before painting the night away
love a wild woman
love her and do not box her into the image of June Cleaver, she’s
been there done that
does not want that
anymore
love a wild woman
she will spend the days sleeping and painting and laughing
dancing with her children that are wild as she
and the evenings she spends writing poetry and reading Keats to you
love a wild woman
She will laugh in her dark places
her smile is unending
her heart is pure
her love never dies
love a wild woman
though she has been broken in the past
though many have tried strict regulations
she still moves
she still gets up and is ready to love
ready to give
she is a bird that flies
she is a bird, not able to be captured
but perhaps
just perhaps
you can fly with her
as do the children she birthed
those that love her
fly with her
so love a wild woman
She’s worth it
I promise.