I like flowers too.

 

I remember the spring day not long ago.

Me and my friend, I were walking back home

There was this one way that had blossoming trees on both sides of the road 

showering the peddler with the pink downpour. 

Even though flowers were just flowers for me I wonder if my friends liked any of those

I turned to ask my friend

"Do you like flowers?"  

Now we both stood in the middle of the empty road looking above us. 

There the ceiling of blue sky with whites cloudy blush. 

The branches with pastel pink flowers touching the skyline blue

As we both admired the beauty in front of us I hear a voice whispers

"I like flowers too"

I looked back at my friend as he stared back at me.

For a moment I was taken by because he was smiling but sadness was taking over him

I wanted to comfort his worried face 

but I don't even know what made him amaze

"Which flower do you like the most?" 

Was all I could get out of me.

He laughed at me and turned his back.

Before I could ask, he said.

"Walk fast before we get too late." 

"We need to reach home before the sunset" 

I ran up to, to keep up with his pace 

I knew it from there

There's a story about the flowers and boys 

The world is unknown today.

" I know your favourite colour and I know your favourite book," I said.

"I knew the moment you fell in love and the first time your heart broke"

"I know every second of your hours!" 

"Then how come I don't know what's your favourite flower?" 

He laughed, throwing his head back seeing my eagerness.

He couldn't believe this question has been raised.

"I don't blame you not knowing my favourite flower" 

"Not you but the world never asked a boy if he liked a flower"

"When the beauty of nature is enhanced with flowers."

"The most beautiful women are called flowers."

"When you die your grave covers with flowers"

"In happy moments, they bring you flowers"

"The world smells pleasant with these flowers."

"The love that blossoms is symbolised by the flowers."

"When there are so many reasons to love the flowers"

"How could the world forget that he too likes flowers?"

These were just a few words he said 

But there was a punch in my heart I felt.

How could we forget men who like flowers?

They are human too with soft desire.

Why the world always defines a man with scars and war.

To be like a stone with a frown 

Oh to be a man why can't he be gentle 

Why can't he be fragile like a petal

I felt sorry for not asking him before 

As he still stood there waiting for me in the middle of the road.

Our eyes meet again while pink flowers drizzle around us.

"I like the cherry blossoms," he said proudly 

"Bring them for my next birthday but let's go now" 

"Shall we?"