A wild sunflower boasts within me,

Thy roots pulsating with glee,

Growing from the sun —

Of a maiden’s affectionate fun,

Only her smile —

A gift from His beautiful vial,

With no other aim —

Other than for our love to put Heaven to shame.

Out of the stables Hell rode —

What to aspire of my loving ode,

Our love twisted with a kiss,

Another challenger aroused from the bliss,

Mangled our love — 

As it left high by dove,

From deep inside the fire —

Her love skirted with another desire,

Our covenant alleviated —-

Thine eyes attracting I hated,

Pulling with an undeniable charm —-

Through thy head and swirled to the arm,

New bees stealing the sweet —

Gift of her radiating heat,

Her superb appeal —

New drones lust to feel,

Breaking and twisting and clanging —

Our love a banging,

Tearing the sinew of devotion —

With every beat a loss of emotion

Wrenched and wrung dry of love —

Left ready to be disposed of.

O how I hate and hate to love —

And love to hate the hate from above.

Did she grow higher —

Or did thy roots tremble beside her,

Did the suitors lie —

Their love was bone-dry,

Did the clouds cover up —

Her saddening breakup,

Hindering her time —

Till thy hair lost its prime, 

Did her smile —

Cave in from her loving denial,

He laughed tonight —

As love began to bite

Was thy gift —

A poisonous rift,

Her eyes, a magical wand —

Broke my heart, dreams, and our bond

Showed when love grows from greed —

It shrivels like a weed

Love blossoms when pure

And triumphs a lover’s deceit of allure

Stops time in a fiery stove

Burning lies, keeping love in a trove

We defy a false-Fate,

He, Himself, cannot stop us from Loving and Loving, Love-full with no hate.