The Girl of Sunflowers and Thorn
You are the girl of sunflowers,
Beautiful beneath the brightness
Of your hazel eyes and touched cheeks—
You are a mid-day melody that
I hear always and forever.
You are a smile I need,
And can’t bear to live without.
You are a comfort that holds wonder,
And one that few can understand.
A wind and breeze of destiny,
Far from any man’s reach.
And stand by what embraces your eventide luminescence.
You are the only goodness in me,
And the purity I can’t hold amongst absence.
The one I can stand by always,
And the summer day that lingers far apart.
You are the canary that may sleep
Under a tree‘s shade,
And know that you are loved.
You sleep amongst the grass,
And I along your side—
Hearing the soft breath you
You are the girl of sunflowers and thorn,
An angel that bears both the pain of goodness and my heart.
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