for my sunflower

it would be bright.

in a field, somewhere,

where the sun kisses your freckles

leaving constellations

scattered about for me to brush;

gently, with the delicacy

of a butterfly.

time

is

stop

motion;

one, moment at

a

time.

a sunflower peaks over your shoulder

golden, open

glowing

in unison

with your loving

eyes, bright and

faithful.

one moment

at

a time

i fall in love with you.