To this tale, I’m about to tell,
It would take forever,
So I decided not to write a letter,
But maybe I will do that later,
You are beautiful,
And I am a fool,
I follow you daily,
Knowing I can’t get you, baby.
But still, behind you, I walk,
In the shadows, I lurk,
Smelling your scent,
With you, I can’t talk,
I’m tongue-tied,
Then I spend my last cents,
To buy you a flower,
A rose for my rose….
