"Him"
You are like a cherry blossom, in my season of spring
I may be beautiful, but not more than you think
In a world full of people like cold ice
You make me feel warmer,
Like a woolen sweater knitten for my size.
You grow me from your love like crops by the farmer
Even if I stink u like a little bee
Still, you chose to be the nector of that flower…














