when someone saves their last penny for you
because I love roses, yes I really do.

What will I ever do with a dozen?

(That’s 12)

No, I don’t blush, and I’ll try not to smile,
that allows people to see me, to fool me about being worth while.

But I’ll let you keep on, because loving you is what I want to do,

but if I die please note:
it was crimson poison and rose petals that I got from you.