Many,
any,
flowers will do,
ten yellow,
ten red,
ten blue,
yes, about flowers I really haven't got a clue,
I really haven't got a clue,
but for you, they are your favourites, and they will do,
but they are not as beautiful as you,
not as beautiful as you,
but they will make you smile as they usually do,
but the colour of your eyes,
they are more beautiful to me,
despite the flower’s beauty,
oh, how you enchant me,
and how elegantly and majestically you lift up my spirits,
as only an Angel can do,
ten yellow,
ten red,
ten blue,
and a hundred kisses from me to you,
a hundred kisses from me to you,
and how glorious they will be,
as you wrap your arms around me,
and you hold me so tenderly,
and you look at me with those eyes so wide,
in the summer light, oh, how glorious are your delights,
both day and night,
and time,
time, I pay it no mind,
as I look at beautiful you,
because how you beguile me and distract me,
and how heavenly your scent it is as it washes over me,
as you hold me so close,
in the stars and in the moonlight,
but you are more beautiful than they,
oh, what a night,
as the moon bathes itself upon heavenly you,
heavenly you,
and as I gaze at you,
I fall deeper in love with you,
for you are like an ocean to me,
and I float as if upon a cloud with you,
and you hold in your hands those flowers,
ten yellow,
ten red,
ten blue,
and you,
with every second,
you grow more beautiful,
and your smile it grows a mile,
as you see the ring I pull out from my pocket,
and as I get on my knees,
and propose to you,
and I ask you to marry me,
a tear rolls down your cheek,
and one down mine,
and it is like slow motion,
and it as if every second is like valentines,
valentine’s day,
all rolled into one,
and when you say yes,
it is as if all the stars and the sun,
they are inside me,
and it as if all the fireworks in the world are exploding,
as we look at each other and cry tears of joy,
tears of joy and with emotions are overcome.