"And I, for my part
am a weed. A dandelion, maybe,"

I'm gonna have to say it, oh, yes. By writing this exquisite poem, you have severed your own words. I, being a person who does not know you personally (repetition, just like the earlier regions of your poem! [Which I loved, by the way!]) would have to peg you as one of the most pleasing flowers out there. Your words mark trails in my mind...lovely trails.

This poem is beautiful. I love it more than words can say.