Whirlwind of wonder; I couldn’t be fonder of
Your rays. They dazzle me; utterly enrapture me.
Your love is a picnic of the sunflower kind.
You feed me for days in the haze of your rays.
I needn’t go yonder with you on my mind.
Let’s carry our basket to dine on the way
To a sunflower picnic; led by love’s light.
Making grass glow like a sprite in the night.
If we watch this very flower, it’ll give us a hint
Buttery soft touches; each gesture succinct.
Growing a love; only continuing its ascent.
We haven’t to ponder if sweet love will wander.
At our picnic of sunflowers, love’s rays do saunter.
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