sunflower- a poem

A woman in a white dress walks through a sunflower field on a spring day,

a smile dances on her face as she picks flowers.

She’s as beautiful as all the flowers in the field,

she’s as beautiful as a spring day.

The next day she comes by to my house,

she brings me a sunflower and holds my hand.

She spends the day with me,

she smiles all day.

These smiles make my heart melt.

I ask her to take me to the sunflower field,

she laughs.

The next week we sit together in the field,

her head is in my lap,

me playing with her hair.

“I love you,”

she whispers to me,

like it’s a secret only I can know.

I smile as big as I ever have,

“well it must be your lucky day because I love you too.”

She lifts her head off of my lap and puts her hand on my cheek,

she smiles,

it’s the most beautiful smile I have ever seen.

It makes her eyes glow,

it makes her look like an angel.

She pulls me up off the ground and puts a sunflower in my hair,

which makes me feel like the most beautiful person in the world.

She tells me later that the sunflowers remind her of Van Gough’s still lifes,

she tells me all about Van Gough’s work.

She’s told me multiple times before,

but her love makes me what to listen.

When we’re walking home that night,

she tells me that I’m the most beautiful person she’s ever seen,

“you make me feel like the most beautiful person,”

I tell her.

“Well it’s the truth and that’s why I put the sunflower in your hair because it’s just like you,”

I look up at her and intertwine our fingers,

“the most beautiful thing in the world.”