The Farmer and the Sunflower

Walking to and fro,
She did come and go,
She did not notice,
Until the fallen seed had sprouted in the garden of her heart, did she notice.
 
Caring for the flower,
But being a sunflower,
Had his bright face turned towards the sun,
He did not notice her, or for him, what she had done.  
 
Then one rainy day,
From the direction of the sun, he momentarily turned his face away,
And he saw her face that day,
She knew not what he thought or felt about her, then or since that day.
 
She saw galaxies, and a warmth unknown,
When to her, his face was shown,
Only in photos, movies, and a game,
Had she ever seen her flame.
 
She tried to hide in her cheeks, the excess color,
To speak, but from his beauty and kindness, was filled with too much wonder,
And her emotions were obvious,
Who wouldn't be speechless when looking into the center of the universe?
 
For three years, did she love, nurture, and care for him,
She began to feel as if she had always known him,
And because of this, began to occasionally also feel a certain way for him,
Wishing to extend his taproot, spreading his seed, and sprout more flowers with him.
 
To extend his root,
To make it shoot,
Into soil uncharted,
Soil untilled.
 
To have her flower, deflowered,
That only to him, would be revealed,
Under a blanket of moss,
Of every drop of rain, there would be no loss.
 
But alas,
Too fast did the time pass,
She could not say all that she wished, and out came the sun,
And from her face, he was gone.
 
Maybe one day,
Another rainy day,
Maybe even a rainy season, or year,
Where, to each other, they could be near.