Have you ever seen a sunflower
In love with the sun?
Or watched a dandelion
Like wishes on the breeze?
Have you ever sat with the river reeds
As they sing about their ocean dream?
Or listened to the trees
When they tell the stories of their rings?
Have you ever picked wildflowers
Because they remind you of her?
Or given hope to a daisy
When a rose was chosen instead?
I used to want the romance
Like the beauty of a rose.
But I saw what love was really like
And changed my heart’s desire.
I’m not the girl for roses,
Too harsh for their soft love.
And much too bitter
For their sweet scent.
My heart is covered in ice
Too cold for delicate petals.
But daffodils have learned
How to survive the winter.
Oct 4, 2018
Oct 4, 2018 at 12:55 PM UTC
Have you ever seen a sunflower
In love with the sun?
Or watched a dandelion
Like wishes on the breeze?
Have you ever sat with the river reeds
As they sing about their ocean dream?
Or listened to the trees
When they tell the stories of their rings?
Have you ever picked wildflowers
Because they remind you of her?
Or given hope to a daisy
When a rose was chosen instead?
I used to want the romance
Like the beauty of a rose.
But I saw what love was really like
And changed my heart’s desire.
I’m not the girl for roses,
Too harsh for their soft love.
And much too bitter
For their sweet scent.
My heart is covered in ice
Too cold for delicate petals.
But daffodils have learned
How to survive the winter.
