Williamsji Maveli writes, Sunflower Blossoms...

I am unable to resist on its splendor
that can elucidate to me its wonder,
To blossom the Sunflower until he fades  
into the darkness of mid-night blades,
Next to await   for a spanking new dawn  
Prepare for another genuine sad mourn
Turned to the southward, forward
with her head held high for a reward
she greets the Apollo, god of the lights
while his sun rays caress her very bright
From sunrise to sunset, she follows her care for
And sure not to take her eyes off him, never.
Not even for a second of time, forever fine
truly being in love with her love, so divine
That is her curse of unburned devotion,
the curse of great legend in adoration
and story of her heart, blinded by lust,
like a lost man with his eyes in a dust.
She was blinded by pure and deep love
 so honest and wholesome from above
yet so far away and so highly profound,
 it was her infirmity without heal around
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BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI