The Flower

It's about a guy I know. We had to write a poem for english about love and so I wrote this.

Sometimes I wish I were dead.
So that maybe, just maybe, you could be the flower that lay on my casket.
You would stay with me in the lonely hours of the night.
And you would love me forever.
And I could never forget your soft blue eyes
Or your unsuspecting smile.
And in time, the flower would start to wilt.
But you’ll stay beautiful forever.
And at last you can join me in death.