Every sunny day is a happy day for her.
She wakes up every morning with her heart full of joy.
She always gazes at the one she loves the most.
As the sun walks the sky from dawn to dusk,
Her eyes walk the sky alongside him, too.
When the sky cries, the sunflower cries too.
Her saddest days are the gloomy days
When the clouds keep the sun away from her.
She thinks about him all day and dreams about him all
night.
And when the night falls upon the earth,
The sunflower can’t wait for the morning to come,
To embrace her bright love again.
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From my book of poetry Sunset in Toronto, page
53.
