adore.
I want to tell you a story.
The tale of a girl who adores a boy.
If every person in the world were flowers,
We endlessly race each other.
To proclaim how beautiful our petals are,
To scream how vibrant our colours are,
To show how perfect our shapes are.
But the girl found a boy, who was content just blooming as he grows.
She adores him, for the way he knows how to quietly blossom.
Morael Lulu 