Flower - Friend or Foe ?

When I met you, butterflies
Were flying away from me. I
Saw the innocence
And knew something will
Happen.

Chaos.

What could be life
If you were
Never part of it ? And to
That question,
Answer cannot be given out
So freely

Chaotic.

Two years spread apart like
A falling tree. You were always
Here to entertain me. What
Have I done, to a general life,
To get something as beautiful as
You ?

Chaotism.

You make hotter my
Calmly blood with words
Yet spoken. Coffee skinned and
Genius smart, you are ahead
Than most before me.

So this to you I dare
Ask : are you friend or
Foe ?