I saw him from a distance and I continued to see him on every journey
I never approached him, but I kept staring from a distance and thought he was beautiful but I wish he knew that my heart blossoms when I see him.
If only he knew that the months apart grew more flowers in my field, more flowers that grew continued to keep dying because they never grew roots like his.
So I blossomed more and more each day and I kept waiting until he was ready to blossom with me.
