He is like a gentle flower
Ever swaying in the wind
The slightest breeze, a drop of rain
Would make him wither down in pain
He came one day, in his silent way
Eyes often sad and blue
So taking his hands in mine, I say,
"There is beauty inside of you...
Soon, time will pass, the page will turn
And we will be apart.
But remember this, my gentle flower
...You'll always be in my heart."
