What is it about her that makes him jealous of the flower that feels her touch, that makes him want to know the press of her fingers on his skin?
What is it about her that makes him want to place a bloom by her ear, that makes him want to surround her with blossoms almost, but not quite as lovely as she?
What is it about her that makes him want to hold her, that makes him want to take away all the pain in her eyes?
It is her, the whole her, and only her that makes him want.