He brought her flowers every day.
It made her young heart sing,
he brought her flowers every day,
a prelude to a ring.
The flowers’ beauty adds to hers,
a rose so striking in her hair,
its scent and splendid colors
were made more lovely there.
Gardenia for her tender wrist
resting lightly on his arm.
They danced in perfect harmony,
sweet measure of her charm.
Flowers beauty fades so soon;
her own continued well.
Lasting beauty that lives within.
It’s where true beauties dwell.