His smile is like petunias, his cologne smells like lavender, and his hugs feel as soft as babies breath.
He made me a flower crown of gerbers and ivy, with daisies and snapdragons.
His sweater is warm and comfortable like hydrangeas.
He wants to be a florist, and run a coffee shop on the ground floor.
He said I could manage with him, he wants me to be apart of his beautiful future.
