Sunflowers turn toward the sun,
Without being told to.
I think heart do that's too.
Because in crowded rooms,
On heavy days,
In quiet moments, no-one notices,
I'll always find myself turned towards him.
It isn't forced,
It just happens.
The way a sunflower turns,
Like it was always meant to.
He's my sun,
The light I turn to.
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