The color of a daffodil,
Yellow and happy
Not unlike the teeth you bare
When you smile at me
The flower is sunshine
With petals that curl open
Around a second layer of equally beautiful yellow
Which encloses around the center
Compelling me to think
That the flower knows its value
Just as you know you can bring my heart value
The flower full of life
Bright and warm,
Sharing its summer
with the one who yearns for a better day
But the second layer of petal is protective
Not opening up to the world
Just as your heart seems just out of reach
No matter how you laugh with me
Even in my moments of sorrow,
Your concerning gaze
The comforting embrace
Or the words you say to pull me back to okay,
It’s like the smell of the flower
So alluring
How can one be consumed in misery
When such beauty
Is present in all its imperfections
Like the hairs in your beard that aren’t quite combed straight
Or the way you sometimes forget
To make sure that I am okay
As if you care,
But could never love me
The way the flower opens up incompletely
Poetry on Paper 