To: Myself

Yellow is what I see every morning as it radiates in your aura.

The planted seeds of love were given and created a flora.

I will catch you with my rhythm of words that beat to the sound of my heart as told.

I will pick your dead flowers and plant the empty spaces with radiant marigolds.

I will lasso the bees and pollinate your mind with grace.

I will sing to the sun as her rays aluminate your face.

In each and every way I will remind you of why you mean so much to me.

Because I know you often disagree.