I wanted to bring you roses.
A red rose for every week that I loved you...

As I continue,
Writing for you...

Gray walls,
A dark asylum...

Long sleeping beauty,
Utters not a sound...

Never together,
safe for weeks end...

I love sugar cream puffs,
Sweet candy that melts away...

The holidays are over,
I march back to school...

The little girl,
Ran along her way...

It took four years,
Before I could see...

X stands for mystery,
Every woman's got two...

You're waving goodbye,
Soon saying hello...

You look like an angel,
With skin made of snow...