This simple, complicated life.

Safflower

- Oh, my dear friend,

 a smile creeps up on my face when I hear your name.

you're so pretty, even Eleanor of the province gets jealous,

your smile, so contagious; it fills the sun up with enormous insecurities.

your hairs are the darkest shade of black, it makes my heart glee.

Oh, my dear friend, never let anyone unworthy have a place in your big heart,

for it is purer than a lotus

and prettier than a safflower.

          - Samruddhi.