Blossom.

How is it possible you shine so bright?

Tohru, what a beautiful soul you are.

I don’t ever want to see you affright— 

No please don’t cry, you are a shining star.

Thanks to you, I’m no longer sad in spring. 

When the flowers bloom, I remember you.

I like to think of you as my left-wing—

Because of you, I see everything through. 

You sit pretty in pink: Glossy lipstick. 

Whenever you smile the world feels warm—

How can someone make me feel so homesick?

Ms. Honda, you are a perfect art form.

I know your mom is incredibly proud.

Don’t worry, she watches you from the clouds.