I had a girl named Jane Blooodymary
I loved her more than anything I knew
I had her in the month of February
Where hearts, love, tender, and passion outgrew.
But the anchor had broken down the aisle
On our wedding day her parents opposed.
They tore her dress down and erased her smile
And bade goodbye to our love I supposed.
On sultry day where sunflowers cried
She carried out a knife, and stabbed her heart.
My love, Jane Blooodymary, had died.
I felt the eternal grief had its part
And now how can I be truly happy
When my own happiness has just left me?
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Tears of Sunflower
PoetryA sad poem about two lovers whose parents are opposed to their love.