when I think of you
my heart skips two
what I see in you
has to be true
Beautiful is not much of a word
to describe your beauty, that is absurd
when I hear your name, I'm no longer the same
I get butterflies in my stomach
and get googly like a Muppet
this feeling is very unnatural to me
peculiar it is indeed
but I kind of like this feeling
this feeling in me
I would do anything for you yes its true
I am always going to be here to make your skies blue
I will call you Flower to describe how I feel
the Flower is a memento of your beauty and thrill
when I see you cry I have to ask why
I care too much to let it die
your tears are a concern to me
I just want you to be happy and free
I Love You is what I should probably say
but your my lovely Flower in May