A sunflower to a speck of dust does not compare,
I am fully aware.
One does not search for dust as they lust over sunflowers,
Tall and strong as ever,
The sunflower stands and sways as beautiful bees migrate towards it.
Its beauty affects those that surround it,
Smitten is what you'd say.
Tiny and unswept,
The dust latches onto the exterior of everything,
She is the vibrant sunflower,
As I am the speck of dust,
And although I am aware that I do not compare,
Will you at least sweep me up?
(one year later)
a sunflower to a speck of dust does not compare,
I am fully aware
one does not search for dust as they lust over sunflowers,
but you made me feel as though I could be one-
not only one,
but who we are
and what we do
is no longer two,
and maybe even more,
you've flourished your body and mind with lilies and daisies,
I've drowned my body and mind with mary and lucy,
and yet I am still here,
begging to be your one and only sunflower
no longer a speck of dust,
my petals fall through my lack of faith and trust,
I know this can be real
but right now
feels like I'm losing you to sunflowers lust