You are my yellow, the warmth of my heart.
The inspiration that will never depart.
The feeling I get on my nose when the night breeze hits my face.
Or the fields I see sway, by the gentle winds grace.
You are the quiet sound of rivers and birds.
The feeling I'm left with that cannot be expressed by words.
For the crimson sky that replenishes my soul.
Is the missing puzzle piece that makes me whole.
You are the yellow ring with a dark core.
A dark core of enigma, allure, and more.
You are my sunflower, tall and bright
With petals that smile with innocent delight
The scintillating droplets of morning dew.
Are the epitome of how much I love you.
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Author:
Adam Shirley (
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- Comment from author about the poem: hithalkm sntowqsvrohtrgdrady
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Comments2
so sweet, so beautiful , i cannot help but love this 🙂 speaking of her as a sunflower , a river and the cromnson sky .. really , very lovely piece of writing , enjoyed very
Thank you Charlotte!
*crimson*
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