Hey there, Sunflower

Hello there, Helianthus..
you lovely sunflower,
you precious being.
Yellow and golden on the outside,
radiating joy and beauty,
smiles and warmth.

Your petals reflect your beauty,
and your leaves complement you.
Your long stems tower you up above most
and the ground you stand on, today,
is in good terms with your roots;
your past, where you've come from.
You are the sun in my garden,
literally.. & I guess, hence your name:
Little Miss Sunflower.

But tell me why,
oh, dear Sunflower,
why your innermost is dark and cloudy,
why you shine so bright to the world
but your within is in contrast to your without.
You're life on the outside and lifeless on the inside.
Has your heart been through so much?
Has your fight been too brutal?
Who wronged you, beautiful one?
Who stepped  on your shoes?

But something tells me, I might be judging,
the book by it's cover.
You've protected your heart.
You've guarded your within.
The dark and cloudy I see,
is an illusion to what's deeper.
You've put a shade to that which you value most;
you've hidden your treasures behind a veil,
a veil that only the deserving can walk past.
You've seen the pain, you've felt the hurt,
and you know very well,
prevention over cure.
You've cured your heart,
and prevented the hurt.
The dark and cloudy I see,
is the long steel-reinforced hardwood doors,
at the entry to a palace,
that only the royal have the access to.

Keep glowing, keep radiating,
the rightful prince is on his way,
the golden key in his hand,
and when he gets there,
you'll hear him knock,
three times,
he'll open your gates,
and you'll hear him say:
"Hey there, Sunflower"