It's the Spring of '53
A Man and a Woman
Fall in love.
They marry in a church
By a garden of sunflowers
On the river.
They make love soon after
For the first time.

It's the Summer of '63
Bells chime as They lie in the grass
Under an oak tree.
His rough and Her soft hands
Are grasping one another
As They talk of memories.
They laugh and kiss in deep love
As though They only just met.

It's Autumn of '73.
She's home alone thinking of Him.
Of the joy She's had
Since that Spring long ago.
On His way home from work
He drives to the church
By a garden of sunflowers
On the river;
To gather sunflowers for Her.

It's Winter of '73
She sits in their bedroom
Staring blankly at a paper,
"Murdered outside an old church."
She looks at Their wedding photo.
Her hand is steady
As She feels the cold steel
Kiss Her temple.

He's looking down on Her begging,
"Don't do it, please, God, don't do it."
She hears nothing more
Than the lonely roar
Of Her tears splashing
On Their wooden floor.
She smiles, and pulls the trigger.