Yellow
My life is the ocean;
relentelss, salty, and blue.
A beast full of rage and seeing red
am I, but when I see you
I become a sunflower instead.
I am as yellow as the daffodils grow,
as happy as the Sun after a storm.
Because I love you so,
for you I'd take any form.
You are my life, my anchor, my shore,
always there to catch me when I crash.
With you, I am an ocean no more,
but rather a beautiful sunflower patch.
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