Think of me not as a rose, beautiful though it may be,
Its sharp thorns prick and bite the hand proffered in love …
Instead, think of me as a humble sunflower,
Reflecting sun's bright yellow light.
She offers seeds to the birds,
And nectar for the bees,
With a loving heart, she offers bits and pieces
Of herself to those in need.
Her simple beauty runs deep and strong and sure,
Standing tall amongst the roses,
Despite their more eye-catching allure.
I walk through my garden, admiring all the beauty within,
The roses, dahlias, zinnias and pinks,
All beautiful, 'tis true,
But my eyes always rise to the height of the sunflower,
Whose love shines from within.