A/N: A sonnet called Dandelion Girl.
If you were a flower you’d be the dandelion.
It’s not that you’re not beautiful.
It’s not that you’re not wanted.
Nor that I don’t think you unusual.
But you are no feeble rose.
Who needs me to thrive.
If I did not want you, you’d still live.
And if I were to leave, you’d still strive.
You are the dandelion of flowers,
And that’s why I love you.
Your strength, your will to live,
Through concrete you grew.
And I’m wondering, my dandelion girl, if you might love me too.
And we will be two dandelions entwined, the same and yet new.