I was in love. It felt like I was a lowly plant. A pot of rose, Her favorite. There were no butterflies, But sunshine, And I feel the loving photons; On the insides of my belly. Feeling warm and blithe. Sometimes the redness Of this blossoming flower, Would creep its way Into my cheeks. Ripening like cherries When she closes her eyes. In the midst of chaos, In my mind, Tsunamis and hurricanes And this silly smitten heart. Damn your exquisite smile. I became a conflicted pot of plant Wanting to run up to you, But my roots made me stay. I just hope someday, Truly, I can say, What I have felt for you While looking far away.