I am a wildflower in your perfect bed of roses.

Wildflowers can't be controlled, and neither can the girl with a soul boundless as the sky, and a spirit as free and wild as the ocean.

I'm a tangled mess of wild.

Wake up wild one! Your mind is a cageless bird waiting to fly to uncharted lands. Like the phoenix, you'll rise again with renewed vigor, clarity, compassion and insight.

She's not stumbling, she's not lost. She's simply romancing her inner animal and falling in love with the wild part of her soul.

She has wings the color of wild and a soul the color of art.

I am skin, but underneath livesfire and stars and wild!

Kiss her gypsy soul and love her for the wild rose she is.