Tears of Sunflower

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?