Absent all year round
The seasons come and go
But once again you Spring
Up

Daffodils.

So bright
Full of
Life

You rise.
Without fail.

Year upon year, a reminder of who’s gone
But that you will return
To my heart
Like a flood,
Rushing through me.

Focused on the reflection,
You forget your outer perception.

Body dysmorphia,
Obsession.

True projection through hindsight reflection.

Searching within may seem daunting,
But here, a secret sound-fully lies

Uncoverable when memories of tasteless words spoken can be accepted and overcome
For then, a clear mind exists.

Fondness of looks
Panders lust

Lust dreams of love

Whereas, love;
Love is content.

The beholder of a
beautiful soul,
will forever be at peace with ones inner self.

For here lies a blossoming tree;
grown by the beauty seen through
their eyes and mind.