A bouquet signed and delivered.
A shock garanteed as she never figured.She probably don't notice.My glare from the office.Or even that it's me who wrote this.But I hope she got a vase.One as beautiful as her face.To get rid of that place of her desk, which is a empty space.Enrich it with colour...taking from the owner.Like rolling paper to a stoner..she just wraps it up.In ribbon shaded red, nd treated like a antique.She makes me go frantique.My love for her is everlasting.In my mind I've got a photo album of her different poses.She makes me stop in time like a camera lense on focus.I'm hoping dearly that she gets to read this.The reason why I'd give her roses...