Maybe our letters will be published one day too,
And we'll get a place in history together.
You deserve a place in history, in my history.
I want to remember this, forever.

I didn't know if I was safe,
But you had a way with words.
They didn't even need to rhyme,
Because they were yours,
And that's what mattered.

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
The melody is sweet,
And so are you.

Orchids are white,
Ghost ones are rare,
Cinnamon is brown,
And so is your hair.

Magnolia grows,
With buds like eggs,
The term is long,
And so are your legs.

Sunflowers reach,
Up to the skies,
Waters are calm,
And so are your eyes.

Foxgloves in hedges,
Surround the farms,
Weather is warm,
And so are your arms.

Daisies are pretty,
Daffies have style,
Your relationship is rewarding,
And so is your smile.

A daisy is beautiful,
Just like you.

All the words that I wanted to say,
a re gone
I need to take a deep breath and calm down.
But I can't.
The look in your eyes are drowning me.
I can only think of one thing.
And that is pressing my lips against yours.

I tried to write the most beautiful poem for you,
Until I realised you were the poem.