'Sunflower' by Ravyn LaRue

You're one of the hardest people to ever write about
You're an enigma, but that's alright
Too much to talk about, that's probably it
But perhaps I'm just profoundly lazy, and unfortunately good at making excuses that my brain registers as valid.
Since anything can trigger art and expression, when seen through the proper lenses.
And you are a thing of beauty, so it's me that's the troublesome factor.
But despite my quandaries with phrasing a poem to prove your magnificence-
You are magnificent.
Without mine or anyone else's say or help or validation.
You are yourself in an unadulterated sense.
And though that might be ever-changing, since everyone is ever-changing, regardless of whether it's seen or not-
You are always kind, and always supportive and always authentic.
I'm lucky to know so many wondrous people, but despite my gorgeous crop of friends, the fabulous way you are is often a rarity.
You are such a lovely lot, leading lioness, lady.
You're energetic, magnetic and hilarious.
You are so friendly and charming, despite your supposed past of social worries.
And though that might be true, though it seems far fetched, now, as you are, you're a social butterfly in my eyes.
Sophomore year at parties, though I never outwardly told you, you were the constant I tried to cling to, when I was too scared to speak to anyone else.
I know I'm still awkward, but if you were anywhere near as unintentionally standoffish as I was, it is amazing that you've bloomed into someone so outgoing and sweet.
It's really admirable, and I know I say nearly everyone is admirable, but that's because everyone has their own aura of magnificence, though some glow brighter than others-
And your essence is vibrant, glowing, hypnotizing, radioactive-
Moments with you are magnificent, regardless of whether it's watching odd movies in your basement-
Or fighting for our lives against the rapidly approaching hoards of the un-dead.
You are fabulous and sunny and a joy to have as a player on the stage of my existence.