I folded these words

I folded these words
So small they could enter your skin
Like little flowers, smiling
Their voices raw and thin

Perfectly creased, to bend
To your will, to your feet
Petals fluttering, to serve
Your every pulse and beat

Plucked from my heart
They shall grow where they belong:
From my body
Into your body, always heavenward

Because you are a Wildflower
And soon, these words will reach
Up to the farthest stars
And bring you the Moon.