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Here's a poem I wrote, it's for a large watercolor painting I'm creating for my polish friend of sunflowers, representing the foolish passion I feel for him. Please be thorough, no online translators! This means so much to me! Thank you!
The golden petals face the sun blindly
Oblivious to all other things
It is foolish passion, infatuation
My personal sun
Is too bright to ignore
My personal sun
Leaves me breathless
No matter where I run
His emerald eyes appear
Like an unexpected song
That only I am hearing
(the last few lines are borrowed from the song "unexpected song". no infringement intended
)
The golden petals face the sun blindly
Oblivious to all other things
It is foolish passion, infatuation
My personal sun
Is too bright to ignore
My personal sun
Leaves me breathless
No matter where I run
His emerald eyes appear
Like an unexpected song
That only I am hearing
(the last few lines are borrowed from the song "unexpected song". no infringement intended
)