Will you be my buttercup?
My sweet baby rose.
Will you be my sunflower?
I promise to help you grow.
I promise to braid your hair,
And watch your weeds intertwine.
I promise to hold you when you're wilting,
And let the water from my tears make you shine.
Because garden is not without a gardener,
Thus is a flower with no water.
So now I must know,
Will you be my sweet baby rose,
Until the sun explodes?
