Sunflower

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Like light reflecting from the water at dusk
Your eyes twinkle at me
O, what a beautiful sight to see,
not obscene
You, to me, are a sunflower,
My delicate sunflower
Radiantly shining through to me
Through clouds
on the stormiest of days

Synonymous to an eternal flame
An infinite burning transpires in the illuminated section of my heart that even the most substantial wind could not extinguish
Imagined words spoken between the two of us displayed in the form of smoke congest
my lungs but...
Now i can finally breathe.

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