I wake up, Remembering smile in morn;
Sunflowers bloom with rays of the sun.
Love is innocent and heart gently aching
Oh! Pretty sunflower’s withering,
And the sun setting;
Sunflowers returned again,
In the agony and scene!
I just stayed in same loneliness,
Of deep sentience;
Recall I your smile, writing in my verse
Rosy still alive in my love,
In imagination she whisper
I take my breath remembering,
Her smile in morn,
The sunflowers bloom receiving rays,
Of the rising sun,
Rosy forget me not,
Remember my care and admiration.
And in your melancholy hours,
Whenever feel devote your- fan in imagination.
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