The big and wholesome sunflower
Each petal plucked
"He loves me" "He loves me not"
When the last petal left said I was right,
all I could do was avoid the answer
Now, my heart looked for the moon, but it had no flowers,
not a single blossom in sight
Lying under the canopy of the eternal shining forces,
moon beams will not caress me
I have rejected them before, forsaken the moon for the sun
and now the moon will not reach out its arms,
like veils, they brush against the skin of another
While I, the avoidant, lay shivering cold under the blanket
of the stars