My flower, my precious one to know your love in the drifted rise of dawn and honeysuckle flower is to dream euphoric splendour in the middle twilight glare, the whispers of moonbeams on incandescent sky star, to breathe the breeze effervescent flowing on the windswept fields of petals of sunflower under enchanting blue sky wishes, to fall without cease in the love beyond the borders of the north and faltering horizons of a desperate distant desire My flower, my precious one to know your love is to know a world does exist *for us only