It was then the wind asked the flower: "How can you possibly see through me? I'm invisible."

The flower answered then,

"Maybe it was because of your kind caress under my bruised stem
How you blew away the clouds forming above me
Stating that I deserve to see the sunshine.

"Maybe it was because of your mystifying history
How you narrated all your majestic adventures without sounding so windy
Just silently creating a lowkey impression of what truly you are in actuality.

"Maybe it was because of your treatment to the environment
How you took care of your brother-rain and sister-sun
How you hug them whenever they needed some comforting warmth
And just being there even when they cannot see you.

"Oh wait, what a foolish am I. I finally remembered why.

"It was because of your softened invisibility
How you made me feel something like butterflies
How you never pressured me into growing fast paced
How you pin-point the wrong arrangement in my petals and pollens
How you create a mellow atmosphere where I can rest.

The wind was speechless until he muttered: "I did all that?"

The flower answered then,

"Yes, you did all that despite the fact that you remain untouched; you remain unseen."

this poem was my answer to my crush's question what did i like about him. up until now, his reaction is unknown.