How ironic that a person who hated flowers, fell in love with one
and not just any flower
but a flower from heaven.
I hated how overly-romanticized they were,
never understanding why they were thought to be so pretty, so fragrant
I just simply despised them.
And then you came into my life
a sudden emergence of hope and extraordinary beauty
in my dull, bland life.
I looked at you and was overcome by a wave of beauty
the way your eyes light up whenever you're particularly amused.
yet so impossibly strong.
so impossibly enchanting.
And when I found out your name means 'Flower from heaven',
I laughed at the irony.
I fell in love with what I hated most,
and God, I wanted to hate you,
to despise you
I should've, for how you turned my life upside down
but I never could.
I fell deeper
and deeper in love
with my flower
and you know what?
I don't regret it.