Like Cherry Blossoms.

To him, women were like flowers.

They were delicate and beautiful and he was spoilt  for choice. He could charm the classic beauties who had lovely faces and sharp tongues, like the roses that grew in his gardens. There were the exotic ones like the tiger lilies who would almost have him wrapped around their little fingers, the sweet ones like the daffodils, that always made him smile. Then there were the beautiful but forgettable ones like the gerbera daises and dangerous ones like poppies who would intoxicate him with kiss after drugging kiss.

Yes, he had a flower for each kind of woman he had ever encountered and love, like life, was like cherry blossoms – beautiful and fleeting and yet…eternal.

Then he met her and she wasn’t like any ordinary flower..

She was like the morning sun and winter, like sweet sake on a moonlit night, the summer winds and thunder and lightening.

She was like cherry blossoms herself.


1 Comment (+add yours?)

  1. MidoriiJade
    Jun 27, 2012 @ 02:14:41

    Evil Ken-san. Beautiful Mave-chan.

    But, seeing how you’ve been the only non-blood constant in my life, I’d have to say this.. you are as far from fleeting as could be, Love.


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