Daffodils
I'll admit.
This is going to be
One more poem
About how you
Make me feel-
One more
Metaphor
Of the love I have
For you.
You know,
If I were still
A child,
Unaware of
The world's cruelties,
Perfectly content
In my ignorance,
You would be
The furthest thing
From my mind.
I would just
Be walking along
One day, when
I was just
Pouty and
Terribly disgruntled,
Not quite admiring
The scenery,
Just walking.
I would be
Thinking of how
I'd never not
Be mad again,
Because that seems
To be what
Children do,
When,
Suddenly,
I would be
Stopped by the
Sweet, innocent character
Of a single daffodil.
I would look around,
Wondering if
Anyone knew that
This daffodil was here,
But I'd pick it up
Without giving it a
Second thought,
Because it was so
Conveniently placed
Before me.
I would gaze
For a while,
Completely forgetting
Whatever it was
That had my
Knickers in a twist.
I would
Be in awe
Of something
So simple,
But also of
Something that
I needed all along.
I would get
In my bright
Little eyes,
A twinkle and a tear,
Then go about
My days
Happy
Because I was
So special,
So lucky
To be given
Such a gift.
But now,
I know this feeling well.
As I said it would be,
This has been
Just another poem
Of how you make me feel;
Just one more metaphor
Of the love I have for you.
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