Oh, you,
my beautiful sunflower.
You, mimic of the sun,
the brightest star in my life.
You warm my face
and kiss my skin.
Tall, bright sunflower.
A flower of many tiny flowers.
All so beautiful and so unique.
I've touched other flowers,
and felt their petals,
But none compare to you,
Beautiful flower of mine.
You turned to the sun
and took her rays in.
But never have you faced me,
for I am the withering darkness.
I can paint myself yellow,
I can paint myself orange and red,
And all the colors of the sunrise and sunset.
But you will never face me,
beautiful sunflower.
You shouldn't face me, sunflower.
I would ruin your beauty,
ripping the petals off your head
and remove your glow.
I'll admire you on your grassy hill
and take in the beauty of your existence.
And dream of a day that I could be your companion
A second sunflower on that hill.
A day when you could be
the beautiful flower of mine.