The sunflowers are so beautiful when the first ray of sunlight leaked through the sky.

They are glowing softly liked they could easily figure out their happiness.

The sunflowers are together

Maybe they're, not me and you though.

My love and I used to be like them.

We used to know we had each other,

that even though the road was full of thorn

and the problems were going to born,

we still had each other.

We used to hold on in the other's arms,

filled with red, lust and respect,

or warm, purple and faith.

We used to get on our knees with tear streaming down our skin,

but still hold hands and help the other out

with an easy smile and twinkling in the eyes.

We used to run so fast

our heart ached and our limbs weak

trickle of sweat added to the puddle of red