I tried to pick a flower that could describe the way you are.
The problem is that you bloom in all four seasons, pollinating me to new growth that I am unaccustomed too.

I wonder how you see me.

Am I the one picking you, or the one enriching your roots? I have to know because , well, I never found myself so willing to be useful in someone’s life.

Is there a classification to your bloom?

- William C. Washington