Sunflower, balmy ray of golden joy
in summer rain. You turn your speckled face
and smile, your lips provocative and coy.
You gaze at me, beginning to erase
my inhibition and to calm my fears.
Your eyes in mine, our bodies close and warm,
your hand upon my cheek to wipe the tears
that all the loss of others and a swarm
of troubles caused to flow. But that is gone,
no more will troubles bend my weary spine.
Your words and lips both touch my soul; upon
my cheek your hand; your eyes in mine.
With all of this, and more, you have undone
my heart, my soul, sunflower in the sun.