The sounds of sirens

How do you love a woman who's wild as the Birds ? As free as wind hollering , blustering past you from the gates of life . 

   You never truly get a glimpse , her hearts fleeting . You pick one of her petals here , and she blossoms three fold over there . Admire her from afar .
 
   In my heart she lives , tho she breached the walls and ran away . She's wild , you can't tame the wind .