Dull Flower Poem by Emma Atkinson

I sometimes wonder if I am too foolish and naive for you,
That besides the wonder of your wit,
Your quick and clever tongue,
I will appear like a dull flower
Unused to the sun.

Am I too young and unsure of my own heart
Which blooms open for the first time
With a gentle start
Under the warmth of your gaze?

Will my shy smiles and blushing eyes, in time, bore you,
So that your heart strays
To find another, bright, bold sunflower,
Ripe with confidence as she basks in the compliments you shower
And sharp and quick as the swallow that quip
Softly as they slice the sky?