He takes my hand,

He looks away,

Out of the blue,

I hear him say:

“Forgive me, please,

I cannot stay,

Because I did

Promise today,

To make them bloom,

Roses astray,

By telling of

Your lovely way

To smile, to pray,

To simply be

My charming fay…”

He takes my hand,

I shy away,

And roses bloom

All of the way.

My meet-cute love,

Promise you’ll stay!