Relyable

It was not long ago
When I saw her face for the first time.
She had only one place to go,
Here, stuck in space and time.
Little did I know,
I always asked her.
She didn't wait until tomorrow
To give me back the answer.
To describe her is difficult.
She varies like the seasons.
She has her own cult:
To dream in colors for a thousand reasons.
When she is happy,
She smiles, a lot.
When she is unhappy,
She smiles, but she forgot.
She forgot why,
She forgot it all.
She learned to cry
And she learned to be small.
So she started that way:
A seed amongst full grown others
On a field grown away,
Grown but no one bothers.
No one cared!
In that seed,
We all saw something.
Only she dared
To succeed
On being anything.
She did and she does.
She knows all of us.
She is known for a lemon,
Sour but sweet and feminin.
Today, she has blossomed into a flower,
Embedded with power,
Trust, love and friends.
I rely on her too much.
But it's amazing how she can make emends
With one single touch.
She is adorable,
She is lemon-flower relyable.