Today I made a new friend mum
it is a beautiful sunflower
it lives in the valley of love
where rains from heaven shower
the sunflower is so beautiful
its petals are made of gold
it dances as waves in the northern winds
it sings so sweetly the melodies old
and the sunflower talks to me
about dreams and skies and stars
and I gaze the grandeur of its bloom
while it talks for hours
what is this feeling mum
why sleep has abandoned my eyes
why does my heart skip its beats
why the stomach has fluttering butterflies
is this love what I feel
or I am in my dreams??
Like songs we have heard or books
we have read, the world, oh! how beautiful it seems.
but why doesn’t sunflower look at me mum
its head is always up in the sky
while I'm dying for a single glance
the sun deserves all its eyes.
While the sinners and blasphemers
enjoy the fate’s bower,
why do I suffer the pain of longing
for a single glance of a sunflower.
When the sun goes down in the river
and the darkness engulfs all
the sunflower shivers in the night
while its bloom withers and falls.
I'll be with my sunflower mum
I'll not come home tonight
when the sunflower shivers in cold
I will sit besides and hold it tight
I know soon the night will fall
and there will come the glorious sun
free warmth and light to the world
and the sunflower's bloom will return.
And there will be the sunflower
with all it's beauty and youth revived
and there will be I, again alone and abandoned
while the sun captures sunflower's eyes
Still I won't come today mum,
for it needs a shoulder in the midnight hour
I'll be up whole night and amuse
the little beautiful sunflower.
To wait for the nights, to strive for its eyes
that is all I got in my fate
but my beautiful sunflower
is worth every moment of this wait
Love is all the joy, love is all the gain
love is all the longing, love is all the pain
love is in the union, love is in the severance
love is all impish, yet love is all the innocence
love is a long spring, love is sometimes a fall
love is nothing and love is indeed all
love is sometimes drought, love is all the shower
love, for me, is in waiting for my beautiful little sunflower.