Love at my Lawn

As fiery as the rising sun,
You bloom in your own realm;
Each as royal as Queen
Clothed with excellence and charm,
With the loveliness of yellow and brown-
And with imperial elegance, each day you blossom;
As regal and tender as linen,
So is your simulacrum.
Your beauty shines at the break of dawn
And veils itself while the sun goes gloom.
Why don't you sprout at my garden?
Why don't you reveal your grace at my home?
My house is not as huge as a mansion
Or as sacred as a sacellum.
But, my little home will become shrine
If you would grow at my teeny farm.
I will adore you at my lawn
Each day and night, constantly, all the time.
While you reveal and conceal your lure that is divine,
Sunflowers, I will worship the way you blossom.