Sunflower of my withering heart,

Sunflower of my withering heart,
Oh how you bring me warmth,
Like mountains your foundations
form around my worries,
your voice soothes all woes.
 
Smile and I'll smile,
I know that you've implanted your roots into my
petty pot of doubts.
 
Pouring like a mouth of a river
into channels that nourish all-
(sometimes) the drought comes and goes.
 
The afflatus kindles many wicks,
There isn't a more pressing time than this!
 
Love knows no boundaries,
united, we pollinate fields of the faint hearted.
When your leaves fall awry and your color pallor -
I'll be the one who paints skies of your valor.
Wither not, darling sunflower.
Winter invites Spring to our greatest hour.
 
All we have is NOW.  
 

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