I still bring you Flowers after all these years.
I bring them to your work.
I bring them even home.
That just of the things I do.

I still write you poetry.
Yes, on many themes concerning my love for you.
I hand them to you, even mail them too.
Still trying to impress you.

I still hold you with warmth.
Closer more during those cold winter months.
But each day, that I hold you I am aware you're feeling my love.

Just have seen us blossom into a couple of force.
And it was agreed upon also known as a choice.