Tell me what wild is.
God is wild.
Rivers run wild down wild roads.
Trees express their wildness in branches.
Mountains are the wild houses of earth.
Smiles with a hundred faces
are delectably wild.
And Amy is wild.
A hundred flavors of wildness.
Cheshire wild.
Wiggle wild.
House of ants, no wilder.
Tears where lightning strikes.
We know Amy for the wildness there.
Each day another place.
How many hats made wild
does Amy wear?
Start with rain.
Seawater gold.
Silk wind wild in her hair.
But nothing more beautiful
turned to a song you want to hear.
Once In Love With Amy,
always.