Come to my door, and you will find,
no answer there from me.
For I have gone, I've left behind,
her aching memory.

I have gone away from here,
like birds across the sky.
Not in formation though, you see,
it is alone I fly.

A man I am no longer called,
my heart inside me dies.
Every time she turns away,
with sunflowers in her eyes.

All innocence she'll claim to be,
as she leads you to the ledge.
And at the last, her rosebud smile,
will push you off the edge.

And as you fall,
and fall,
and fall,
Your eyes behold the skies.
And see there, cast in cold hard bronze,
Those ****** sunflower eyes.

Yet as you strike the bottom rock,
no changes would you make.
'Tis better to have loved and died;
lived not for your own sake.

Her flowered scent is all you'll miss,
though she's your demise.
Her bell chime voice, her wholesome soul,
and those sunflower eyes.

J.R.A.S