...because I won't tell you that easily.
First impression counts, you say? You think I'm a naive little flower who's never had anything bad happen to him, who wants to please everyone and has no mischief in his head. But I'm deeper than you think. Come here, sit with me in the green meadow. Right there under the bright lilac, I will show you my soul quietly and gently yet with full presence. Wait a while and listen to the wind blowing gently through the leaves. How old do you think this tree is? Many summers and many winters he has seen come and go. He had had to shake off many leaves, blossoms and branches in order to recreate himself, yes, to survive. Many animals visited him, some only briefly, others longer and a few remained a life. What didn't kill him made him stronger to become what you see now. When you have something on your mind, he will gently help you. If you're happy, he's happy with you. Over the years he has found his balance, gained patience and wisdom. He gives in to the wind instead of fighting it. He knows exactly what he wants, but he's waiting for the right moment. Then he will succeed. You don't want to like him. You feel naturally safe with him. He powders you, shows you your inner strength, the inner peace that even on stormy days lives deep inside you. A serene serenity, independent of situation and place. He accepts you as you are and loves you as well, regardless of whether you love him or not. So am I. Now let it work on you for a while and when you are ready, give me your hand, I go with you and carry your name. For I am your true nature.