First time I saw you reminds me of flowers.
The moment I smell you it feels like I was in my garden.

You being fragile makes me want to protect you.
Just like a flower you can easily crushed.

Sometimes I can't even protect you to myself.
I hate myself for breaking you.

I can't even stop myself from loving you.
I love you and its not revelation.

I see your imperfection yet I still accept it.
You are still dashing beautiful.

I know you are looking for man not a woman.
Even if you ignore me and break my heart I can't even get over you.

He is gayish but a good friend.
I fell in love with a flower man.