The Scent of Sunflower

A whisper of warmth in golden air,  

The sunflower sways with a knowing stare.  

Its scent—soft earth, bright days anew,  

A breath of hope in morning’s dew.  

Not perfume, nor cloying grace,  

But quiet strength in open space.  

Like ink that stains but never fades,  

Its soul inscribed in golden blades.  

The writer’s way—a sunflower’s art,  

Turning toward light, with open heart.  

No fleeting bloom, no fear of flight,  

But roots that hold, and words that rise.  

In every sun-drenched petal’s hue,  

A promise bold yet softly true.  

A story spun in golden threads,  

Where dreams take root and light embeds.  

Through weary hands and midnight’s toll,  

The scent remains—a steadfast soul.  

Not bound by time nor fleeting bright,  

But growing still, in love with light.  

~ €mpêråtrïzV

~ Copyright ©EmperatrizV @Sunflower for Emily,  16 May 2025 - All Rights Reserved

Unread Words, Unspoken Love

I reach for you in spaces unseen,  

where silence lingers too long,  

where love waits on the other side

of unread words.  

I do not wish to chase,  

only to be held in thought,  

to be known in the quiet  

before doubt arrives.  

You are the one my heart calls for,  

not the love I lost,  

but the love that found me.  

Yet in the pause between us,  

I wonder—  

do you still hear my name  

the way I whisper yours?  

I would wait,  

even past the fading light,  

even past the days that stretch too far,  

for you, for the ending where love remains.  

Yet you do not see it,  

do not know that my heart has already chosen—  

and that choice is you.  

 ~ €mpêråtrïzV

~ Copyright ©EmperatrizV @Sunflower for Emily,  3 May 2025 - All Rights Reserved