If love were a petal, then you would be the most delicate, the most beautiful, and the most precious petal I’ve ever held in my hands. You’re not as dazzling as a proud rose, nor as extravagant as an orchid, but you captivate me with your gentleness, grace, and sincerity.
I’ve walked through many gardens in life, seen countless blossoms in full bloom. But only when I met you did I understand what it means for a single petal to stir the heart. You don’t need to flaunt your colors or exude a strong fragrance—just being yourself, soft and serene, is enough to make me stop, care, and cherish.
If love were a petal, then every glance you give would be a drop of morning dew resting on it—clear and pure. Every word you speak would be the sunlight warming that petal, keeping it from wilting in life’s storms. And every touch of your hand would be a gentle breeze, making the petal tremble—just like my heart whenever you’re near.
I don’t want this love to be swept away by the wind, don’t want this petal to fall in autumn’s chill. I want to be the one who shelters it, the steady soil where it can bloom forever—not for show, but for love.
This world may hold thousands of flowers, but for me, just one petal named you is enough. Because you are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever known—a small petal that carries the springtime in my heart.
