Why do I shyly hide my head among the wildflowers?
So many sunflowers with their heads up,
Their noses pointed proudly at the sun.
Why can't I be like them,
Saying, with ferocity,
"God made me what I am!  Accept it"?
I suppose I am not a sunflower.
I laugh sometimes, like the daisy,
And long to achieve the heights
The morning-glorysees,
But sometimes these are hard things.
I can only stand as tall as I am,
Flashing my petals occasionally to the sun,
And receive his smile as only a violet may.

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I love you, my shy little violet =)

Watch out dear <bestows a kiss on him>  people will not be pleased if we
infuse too much mush into this item.  <smooches him again>

Hey Dan, I wonder if you can catch the hidden meaning.  But I'm sure hints
will be dropped..

Isn't anybody else going to say something?

I didn't catch it until you pointed it out, in fact.  

I dunno, I didn't comment the first time I read this because I didn't have
much to say about it.  It's a worthwhile sentiment, but it's a bit too
explanatory and prose-y for my taste; OTOH, there's nothing that jumps out
at me and says "Julie should change this line".  So...yeah.

That is what I told Julie, Dan.  It didn't really need work, and Julie *does*
to write in a fairly straightfoward manner.

My god!  There *is* a hidden meaning in there!  At least, there is 
unless I'm imagining it.  :)  

It's well hidden from me, in any case.  :)

E-mail me.  I'll let you in on it if you like.  I want to see how many 
people get it.

I'm sure it doesn't matter.  The context of *when* it was written, and 
what was happening with her at that time is the clue.

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