A billion little red things lie in front of me,
All of the beauty for me to see,
Dozens and dozens of these little things,
These little flowers and the happiness they bring,
And out of the billion i see but one,
One that stuck out, it was like none,
I took into my hand this pretty rose,
It seemed to be the perfect one i chose,
It was beautiful and perfect alright,
Such a glorious little sight,
It was indeed what i knew,
This pretty rose was none other than you.
