Poem for Kay
Without a care for gratitude,
the sun bestows its light upon the world.
The tiny seed, seeking its warmth,
grows from the darkness to spread in its bounty.
The blossoms swell, and, inspired by the sun, return the favor,
providing breath for the rest of creation.
Knowing the sun is unaware, but better for its presence,
the plant turns upward, and wearing its love, smiles.
Most women look for "between the lines" meanings to things. (it's just IN us)
But she'll put it together more, pondering over it... And she'll see how bright your mind is... surely to be a turn on.