the sun rises on my sunflower...beautiful artist of poetry and power with the eyes of an angel and hair like golden honey she wakes to a world of fire and fury her smile radiates and brightens the world...she's more than a woman... she's a godess of love while wicked weeds grow...strangled and scorned... for the lost and the lonely she weeps and she mourns beauty is born as she's coming to life...my sunflower shines in the darkness of night sundown comes and my sunflower rests her day is complete as she fulfills her task...to fill this black heart with love,light and life my sunflower sleeps...giving sight to the blind anthony_beesley@yahoo.com