I was always told love was in red,
And I guess you too
Like blooming red roses in their bed.
Well, what if I told you I also found love but she wasn't red?
She blossoms, but in a beauty I can't comprehend.
In her lips dwell the lullabies that put me to sleep,
And when she puts her lips on mine,
I find myself in a realm of glorious dreams.
Love is most genuine when you sing out her name
Without some artificiality to the lyrics.
I hear her whisper my name even into
The snowy weather.
I also did believe love was blind until I met her.
Love had eyes like that of the diva
Pharaoh's wife took as a model.
So, how can you say love is blind?
When she met me in my wilderness,
The trees came alive like they were waiting for
A miracle, and when she played in my thick bushes
They became beds of chrysanthemums.
When she smiles, the sun enviously beams with her,
And when she's dicing tomatoes in my kitchen
The sun gives way for her brightness and comeliness.
So, I call her my Sunflower, because in her,
There are no dark nights, they are always
With a glowing moon and a singing galaxy of stars.
But wouldn't you call all these fantasies
If I told you
Cupid arrows don't work me
The way you think it should?
