Nothing can compare to the feeling of caressing just blossomed sunflowers. They reflect their warm gaze upon my cold, freckled cheeks while their golden hue searches onward for other souls to bless.
Nothing can compare. Except for you.
They remind me of you and your warm gaze that always seems to settle upon my eyes. They remind me of your hands and how they feel when they’re pressed against my face. And how our faces press against each other’s while our lips are safely locked together.
No feeling can compare to freshly blossomed sunflowers. Except for the feeling I get when I’m with you.