Flowers

I love flowers and I love you. I love how flowers are so beautiful, and make things beautiful; I love how you make me happy, and how everything's better for me when you're by my side. I admit, I don't understand why people love so much the smell of flowers, but I like to think that I understand your fears. I can't describe what I feel when I look to the rose that I grabbed from the garden yesterday, but it's something so admirable: the rose itself and its beauty, and in the same way, I can't really describe exactly what I feel for you. But I know that it's something strong, big, beautiful. And, so like the rose, admirable: because it's for you.