You are to me a sunflower field,
Radiant and warm
I think of you and I see the sea
Coming with might,
But tender once it arrives.
Your name lingering on my lips
Moments away from being said,
Your smile echoes in my mind,
The tender way you say my name.
I feel so much
For you
Yet I wait,afraid
Maybe it’s not all true
Maybe I hope for you
And only you
Maybe you don’t
Or maybe you do?