I dream about the flowers in the spring
and the gentle little birdies on the wing
Now its hard for me to think of these
when the north wind really makes you freeze
but when you’re near, you make my poor heart sing.
If ever there was a girl to make me smile
I would want to be beside her for a while
The little things you say and do
make me want to be with you
’cause you make me feel as happy as a child
Now what exactly am I trying to say
as I writ in this slightly poetic way
I want you here by my side
and my love no longer hide
to tell you that I love you if I may.
I hope you’re not offended by this prose
but I feel you are like a delicate rose
Never to be cut or tied
nor under covers should you hide
for our love would not be happy lest it grows.