Omnia · Vanitas

She said, "Follow the Sun."
 
And so I turned my back to that great red glowing orb and planted flowers wheresoever she may have stepped.
 
I love her. But I do not say that I love her for love is not words, words are useless. I love her in the quiet of my heart, the cupped soil in my hands, the spring in my step, the smile in the shine of my eyes. I love her with the flowers I plant behind her because what lies before her is adventure and where she passes will be beauty.
 
I love her like the quiet love the flowers have for the Sun. They bask in her praise and reciprocate with their beauty. I am alone with her like the lotus that shuts herself to the night and blooms only to celebrate the Sun's glory. I am indebted to her as she has led me from the mud into alabaster purity.
 
I love her. Love, for the lack of a better word.