PHOTOCREDIT:gregbenzphotography.com Running amongst the golden weeds brushed I, my arms over them, sighed they and said "Oh! wondrous one! Where do you flee in haste!"
To my love ! the one who awaits, there ,in the meadows of the verdure, whose breath caresses my hair!
"Wait here for few moments Peace never reigns in love tranquil here is the atmosphere choose me to your companion!"
Smilingly I kiss the weeds, flowers wild, intoxicating me to sleep, I answer , "velvet carpet ...of which you're the king, pricks my soft skin of allegiance, my soul hath known only the sunflower to be my connoisseur".