My eyes remind you of sunflowers
I say you’re my sun
What truth lay in these words
For my eyes show a glimpse
Of times long forgotten
Indeed in a past life it was so
Like a flower of the field; your warmth I seek
My sun I will follow
At night how I twist and turn
in anticipation of your dawns break
My sun I will follow, until I can no longer
Feeble, my last petal drops
Back here I will meet you
In your eyes we will meet again
For they will show me a glimpse
of times long forgotten
Aug 10, 2024
Aug 10, 2024 at 10:21 AM UTC
My eyes remind you of sunflowers
I say you’re my sun
What truth lay in these words
For my eyes show a glimpse
Of times long forgotten
Indeed in a past life it was so
Like a flower of the field; your warmth I seek
My sun I will follow
At night how I twist and turn
in anticipation of your dawns break
My sun I will follow, until I can no longer
Feeble, my last petal drops
Back here I will meet you
In your eyes we will meet again
For they will show me a glimpse
of times long forgotten