I will let you buy me flowers,
Only if you will  stay until they dry,
My love, my  words  are too sharp,
I forget who I am sometimes.
You can send me handwritten letters,
Like old lovers who never die,
I will read, but never keep,
How do I tell my love I am terrified?
When you will lock your eyes on my face,
I can't promise that I won't cry,
It's true that I am not perfect,
But you should know  I never tried.