“Gather all the souls in the world, and feed me each of it’s sunshine; I could rest full of light in my eyes, yet I would still dig beyond the roots of bloomed fruits, For I would still miss, the warmth of her arms, what she showed me in darkness, what she taught me in the cold; the love without a light, a love without a mould; its shaded perfect ambers, like fresh honey melting over caramel sunset; I can sense the freeze withering, I can touch the molten gold. All this light, no match for the dark, where I live to love, the lack of love itself. Even If I could keep, This Sun shining bright for all 24 hours, I would still weep, & I would still miss, my days without Sunflowers.”