This poem is for you,
the sweet sunflower that brings sunshine
to my cloud-filled, sunless, gloomy days
in your own gentle-natured ways.
This poem is for you,
and your deep brown eyes and black-wire hair,
and your body towering almost six feet tall,
and your dance and voice to add to it all.
This poem is for you,
a wonder and supernova, a great and an original;
a beauty I continue to behold in my eyes
while you continue dancing carelessly in the skies.
This poem is for you,
how our similar hearts and similar kind natures
continue to meet the world and take it by storm,
regardless of how we are in shape and form.
This poem is for you,
the wise, the one
of which makes me feel so whole,
though this be the eighth year of your transition into soul.
This poem is for you.
-LJ
25 June 2017
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