If these flowers were more beautiful than you.
If these petals softer than the touch of your skin.
These flowers that have darkened the finest few,
Is the best of the lot only meant for a queen.
If these flowers knew the flame in your eyes.
If its fragrance dare smell the scent of your hair.
Without doubt, in envy it’d wither and die
So it lives in its dream and would not dare.
If these flowers could see you smile.
And be drunk in magic by your side.
Only then would it know the truth,
That if it were more beautiful than you
I would have never sent these flowers to you.