Ever wondered who left those flowers at your doorsteps every morning?
The flowers who are envious of your beauty,
Beauty that sets rest to all my anxieties.

Did you like those tulips in their multiple hues?
Multiplicity looks alluring only in those hues,
Not the slightest bit in the folks I meet.
That's a sad thing to state right?
But I bet it can't be helped, the way I can't help but freeze
Every time I get caught up in your gaze.

But have you ever noticed the pain I hide ?
Oh! how could you though,
You don't even know who I am.
Or maybe because you've always worn
That mask of enigma to hide your scars of yesterday.

I know every other person must have said this, 

"Be mine and you'll be the happiest."

They'll threaten the stars to grace your feet,
They'll disgrace the moon politely but in a quite exaggerating way,
To describe how flawlessly your face was crafted,
Like a piece of art of heavenly origin.

The shimmer of the distant stars will emerge
As some faded and insipid dust.
When a curve will form on your face,
That unearthly angelic face of yours.

Thank you Miss Yein for creating this peom with me (:

°September '19°