you: a fragile flower. soft to touch and blooms when no ones looking.
me: a gentle spring rain. soft to touch and comes when you need it most.
a nourishment for the soul,
being that this is all metaphorical.

my heart: a cumulonimbus,
so full and heavy with love spilling out the sides and wetting pavement.
you're the flower that rose from the concrete,
a foundation not suitable for the exceptional
so i will water you, flower, and smell the aroma each time like its the first;
mixed with fresh rain,
I could bottle the scent.