Dandelion

I know how much you like hot chocolate
You know how much i like coffee
And we both know how to pick a good book
Dandelion was my answer when you asked me what my favorite flower is
It's from french, you said
"dent-de-lion" which mean lion's tooth
I like it when you tell me stuff that i dont know
I like it when you stare into my eyes when you explain things
I like it when you tell me stories of the ancient lands
Greek, Rome, Babylonia, Bizantine
You are the one who keep sending me flowers for no apparent reason
You said I were more like sunflowers
Yet I still dont know the reasons why
When i asked "why" you always laugh and would look at the sun above the sky, then drop your sight right into my eyes and smile
When I got mad by my own paintings that didnt look good as I thought it'd be
You would come to my studio and left a bouquet with a little note on it
"Hey, dont forget to look up at the sky. It's pretty just like you, as well as ur painting"
Until now, dandelion would always remind me of you
Anyway, I keep it dried and take a good care of all the flowers that you sent
By the time I write this poem
I still read the old letters and notes from you as a reminder that someone outhere loves me unconditionally