To pick a flower for you would be an almost impossible task, I would have to search long and far
Because anything living in this world doesn't have the power to grasp
how beautiful you are
To watch the sunset or look up at the stars when with you is pointless
They try to compete with you but they can't even when they're looking their best

A bouquet of the finest roses for you would not suffice
The kindest gestures fail in comparison to you, but they are still nice
No man is good enough for you, no king no noble no peasant
I might as well give you dead flowers because they all compare the same in your presence