In class, his mind begins to drift away,
To a golden field where sunflowers sway.
His skin is golden crisp, his hair jet black,
In baggy jeans and his mind circling back.
His eyes are brown, deep pools of desire,
For her, the girl who sets his heart on fire.

Her skin is pale, her hair a fiery red,
Dressed in a sundress, like a story read.
Green eyes that sparkle, a dancer's grace,
Fine arts and baking, her passions embrace.

They sit on a blanket, the sun setting low,
Talking of games and dance, feeling a glow.
Music plays softly, the world fades away,
In the sunflower field, they'd rather stay.

As night wraps them in its gentle embrace,
His hand on her cheek, her arms in place.
Their lips meet softly, a tender delight,
Eagerness mingles with the magic of night.

Her lips are soft, like petals in bloom,
Their kiss ignites, dispelling the gloom.
She pulls him close, a moment so sweet,
In the sunflower field, their hearts beat.

The next day, a text lights up his screen,
"Any plans this weekend?" Oh, what does it mean?
A smile spreads wide, his heart's in a race,
But the teacher's voice pulls him back to this place.

"What are you smiling about? You must study."
He quickly replies, "Yes," to his weekend buddy.
Phone tucked away, his heart still in that field,
With sunflowers, and love, and dreams revealed.