Dandelions

It was dark in my castle, and I was trapped in chains,
The laughter was broken, few splinters did remain,
I watched you walk inside, sun following your trail,
Your touch ignited fire, melted me out of jail,
A poet was liberated, a lover was revived,
Like blood you flowed inside me, like ink in pen that dried,
How dear I hold you to my soul, in a line I’ll define,
Wordsworth had his daffodils, Wordsmith found DANDELION.