the bouquet

he reassures me, he loves me unconditionally, he comforts me, he makes me laugh uncontrollably, he couldn't see, in my eyes he was made perfectly, "I'm ugly" "I'm not rich" i don't care, trust me you make me feel loved as much— but maybe one day you'll leave me, like how the autmn leaves fall from trees, and you will only remain as a memory and when the sun sets, and patience was a test, i will always remember the bouquet you gave, that dried when you left.