once, on my birthday,
my lover gave me a flower
that looked just like me
besides having the same name
our moods were the same

whenever I was happy
she showed different colors
and countless flowers
grew between its leaves
from the stems

so once, on my unprepared heart, straight and narrow,
my lover gave me sorrow
I was feeling blue
while the flower would just innocently bloom

I sat next to her, weeping away
and between hiccups I said
"if you knew what kind of love you came from
would you bloom that way?"