Bitter Sweet

flowers

Your love, should I compare it, would be like flowers.
Swaying with the sound and music of the wind,
Dancing continuously until it withers.
It was beautiful, indeed.

What kind of flower would you be, my love?
Are you a lily? Sunflowers? Tulips?
If asked, to me, you're roses sent from above.
After all, heavenly are your lips.

Flowers remind me so much of you,
So much as they remind me of peace.
You come nearer as it falls, the cherry blossom dew
5 centimeters per second...you give me a kiss.

Love is comparable to flowers.
It is beautiful while it's new,
And ugly while it slowly withers.
Don't you think so, too?

I hope we won't end up as flowers,
Or be one that's artificial.
When it's always beautiful and blooming,
But it's fake though official.

I'm hoping our love would be incomparable.
So that it won't end up as anything else but us,
Just us loving and loving forever, because
My heart to you I'll trust.

Flowers are pretty until it lasts,
Like I said, it's similar to love,
So let's never make our love end
And together, let's release a dove.

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If you didn't get the last line, "And together, let's release a dove," it hints the tradition in marriage when the married couple releases a dove. So, it basically meant, "And together, let's marry!". I obviously didn't write "and together let's marry!" because it doesn't rhyme. :)

Thank you for reading lovely people! <3