He called me like a flower
He said the most friendships are
disguised relations for purposes
He taught me that there is at least one friendship beyond the purposes. Just pure and sweet as melodies.
It amazed me how he wasn't
afraid of the world, embracing it's virtues.
he was that lad who told me, dreamy things aren't in my hands. I had no control.

He wrote me like a subtle flower
I treasured those blooming words of him
while he cherished those;
feelings of mine with pleasure.
He who said I was the wind that blew over
the grassy him, in the world of weeds.
I again blushed.
His never ending attractiveness mixed well with
my never normalizing blushing cheeks.

He stroked me with words, like a flower
He said his feelings are serene, thoughts are sacred
he said my face isn't to be seen, soul is to be felt.
I immensely was. I unexpectedly was. At the loss of words! Oh holy dictionary! why did you leave me. I felt the shortage.

he said I spread...