Golden daffodils will forever belong to you.
Your eyes haunt me.
The image of them engraved in my head,
infecting my thoughts to purely be you,
The deep brown sap sticking to my clothes,
to my shoes,
to my skin,
to every part of my brain,
The golden daffodils growing from my heart,
their sweet smell lingering on my skin,
their petals filling my head,
their perfume bewitching and enchanting me,
Your eyes will haunt me,
They will stay with me,
even when you’re gone.
That intense loving brown will consume me,
I will believe in that golden brown,
I will reach for it.
It will follow me.
Your eyes will haunt me.
