You were my best friend and you still are.
People teased us, but it was all a joke, but now...
Now to me it isn't a joke; my feelings for you are growing and no matter ho much I pull them out they keep on growing.
I never meant to plant them and without meaning to I watered them with my tears and everyday I went out in the sun they had sunshine to grow.
I'm sorry this has happened because I know you don't want to be more than friends.
The seeds of love are rare to find and you plant them without even knowing it.
As hurt and scared I maybe because of these rare mysterious and wonderful plant I want you to take one and see if you can keep on making it grow and some day feel the same way I feel about you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem