If you were a flower
I wouldn’t mind staring at you
from time to time, and watch
you grow, and maybe
shed a few petals;
for I know you’ll still
remain as lovely as can be.

If you were a flower
I wouldn’t pick you up
and see you slowly die
in my arms; I would let you
be, just like how your
smile was made for
the world to see—
"here I am, here I am,
you belong with me.”

If you were a flower
and if I were a butterfly;
I’d stay away, as far as
possible; for I know
I wouldn't be bold enough
to come closer,
nearer, nearer;
to know if you would need me
just as badly as I need you.