Flower

I've never made promises but for you, I promise to love

And promise to cherish you over all others above

You, my sweetheart, my root and my flower

That blooms to cheer me through the darkest hour

And the sun late at dawn beams on your face

I know then for sure I'm in a familiar place.

You ask, "do we have a future?" Ain't no one can tell

But there's no words of goodbye or words of farewell

You, my sweetheart, give off a sacred sound

A symphony I hear whenever you're around

But the moon late at night that glistens with peace

Says, "don't let her slip away, keep her in reach.."