I wanted to try capturing the essence of how I see Priya in the compressed form of a haiku. My eyes are precious because they get to see her, and what they see is a flower—beautiful, natural, delicate, vibrant. But she's not just a static flower; she's "beautiful blooming," still growing, still revealing new beauty. The haiku form forces you to distill everything down to the essential image, and for me, that image is Priya as a flower in bloom, seen through eyes that consider the sight precious.