• There it is just sitting there, on a tree, but not as beautiful as who i see, you standing in front of me. If it was in your hair it wouldnt matter, but it is still not as pretty as the one i see. The days have passed and you come to me, the flower has fallen of its tree and has floated between us and i finally started to see that you were the one waiting for me. The one I have waited for all my life for, standing in front of me.