It was innocence that sobered my vision—
An impromptu glimpse of you
Resembled an infinite field of sunflowers
On a humidly August day.
But as your naïve petals opened, I smelled
The florets in my father’s garden—
A façade that hypnotized a girl
To sense no difference between the perfumes of
Indulgence and Addiction.
I did what all tornadoes do—
Devastate any sunflower in my path.
I felt your petals disintegrate
As the wind grew stronger,
But this twister was only satisfied
By the stench of green and yellow compost.
Yet, each spring the field would bud—
A rebirth from a field devout as
Their expectancy of annual death for
Some, instinctively, take refuge in the
Flowers’ green stems—
The heart of each flower wouldn’t resist
Hungry birds taking its seeds,
And this childish curiosity was
Truly unseen and genuinely deep.
I watched your petals thrive as the
Dark-green specks in your eyes
Became a radiant display of fireworks,
Your smile was blissful like the warm
August breeze sifting through the
Stems and leaves of a sunflower field.
It was a euphoric experience to watch
Your shoulders drop the tension a sturdy
Sunflower must carry—
It was this moment my feet grounded
Like a 200-year-old tree for
You’re a field of solid cores
Unlike my father’s mediocre garden.
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