Manoeuvring lately just to set a deep gaze

At my scented flower

To fix one eye only on you would drift focus

Unless the two eyes are directed to you

There it shall stand firmly to behold your beauty

Your skin tone, talk of nothing but melanin in the classof the supernatural

The space- in- between, hinders the chance to set eyes on you

The space- in- between, brings falling apart
thoughts leading to doubts

Doubts my love, doubts...... isn't that scary??

To be in a state of utmost confusion

The mind, playing games with the poor soul
within

Doubts again, orchestrated by hear- say

What an unbearable circumstance!!

The space- in-between, causing commotion
and tearing down the stronghold of love

So fierce a force depriving my access to

See my sweet scented sunflower

No, no, nooooooooo get out of my way

For my sunflower needs my air, the good

water I possess, the nourishing soil beneath

My loving heart and the shining sun displayed

Through my smile

My sunflower needs it, yes she does

Time is due, I can't abuse it by wasting it all

The time is indeed due, my one and only

Here I come to your humble abode

Doubt captured your loved one

But conquest was his confidence and shield

His fierce heart never gave up

Just to see my sweet sunflower again

The space- in-between was shuttered at last.