HE ALWAYS BUYS HER FLOWERS
Standing in the rain but never in shame,
He always buys her flowers,
Every petal and stalk, continues his walk,
He always buys her flowers,
Walking along as he whistles their song,
He always buys her flowers,
Such an array of an impressive display,
He always buys her flowers,
His face has a glow that lets everyone know,
He always buys her flowers,
Alone he waits by the wrought iron gates,
He always buys her flowers,
He takes a deep breath continues his steps,
He always buys her flowers,
Looking around and hearing no sound,
She loves him buying flowers,
He places them down, softly to the ground,
She loves him buying flowers,
He talks to her gently into the empty,
She loves him buying flowers,
He talks of his day, knows no other way,
She loves him buying flowers,
He looks at her face, not a hair out of place,
She loves him buying flowers,
He straightens his back, looks at the path,
She loves him buying flowers,
Looks at the moon saying “be with you soon”,
She loves him buying flowers,
He blows her a kiss which the wind did dismiss,
She loves him buying flowers,
He walks away, no more talk of the day,
She said “I Love You” when he bought her flowers.