I know a girl who is happy all the time.
Her mind is a field of sunflowers, and her eyes shine like the moon.
She is the rainbows that crystals reflect.
And I love her,
even if I have a weird way of showing it.
She has an ocean inside of her, but rarely does it rain.
Rarely does the water come,
and if it does it only gives the flowers room to grow.
And I love her,
even if I have a weird way of showing it.












