My dear flower, my pride and joy.
Times spent with you since you’re an egg, an embryo with no life.
Crushing everything in my way when I was searching for you.
Killing every breath only for the best of you.
Only for you, my best beast.
My dear flower, my sword and shield.
There was a time when you’re even far better than me. Yet you’re still here.
A time when we’re together all night, only to know each other more.
A time when you’re mad. When you’re an ugly duckling transforming into an ugly beast.
You know you’re still my best.
And when you beautifully blossom, my glorious flower.
I never expect you to go that far.
But you did.
My dearest flower, stolen from me.