He is dear to me a flower I found in the middle of this rather desolate field
He is a hyacinth a purple magnificence He has somehow managed to thrive in the midst of poison and parasites
His leaves fade with every tomorrow dull from the sorrow the petals dragged down weeping a saddened sound
He is pushing to survive and I will give him the love though others may have deprived him of
He and I will make a garden full of sweet flowers shooting from the ground until the day he is no longer around
For another friend of mine. He's been a great person and really helping me through everything. I will enjoy his company and be the best friend I can. he always saw himself as a hyacinth so i wrote it for him he's really a strong person