She received a flower in an envelope
as a bouquet of letters with no sender.
So every time she read those letters,
hope - in her heart, started to develop.
In minutes, she heard a voice - tender -
whispering in her ear "I love you Tulip.
Even when you wear no makeup
you are ravishing, delightful, slender.
I refused to accept our breakup.
There's no other than you, my flower
that I would like to be a sun, a lover.
If you want: I'll line up, I'll grow up,
I'll earn your love, I'll be whatever
even an envelope.
Trust will be our sender.
We'll elope... No,
we will began a new endeavor
where I'll fill myself
with nothing other than yourself;
your life will be my bouquet of letters.
And every day,
my heart will be a reminder of you:
