I would have sent you flowers
But I don’t have your address.
I would have sent you kisses
Or a lingering caress.
Or some other costume to wear,
But I don’t know what size you are
And just how much you’d bare.
With such sparkle and radiant shine.
Or dinner at a posh new place
With tempting music and wine.
But none held right the sentiment.
And words, escape the belief I have
That you were heaven sent.
Or even sent a text,
But I’ve no clue what your number is.
This condition leaves me vexed.
And hold you in my arms.
Enchanted and elegant,
I fall for all your charms.
The sight of you is blurred.
For I have no picture to fawn upon
I know, it seems absurd.
When special things abound
I hope you get the things you wish
Long lost treasures found.
And laughter consumes this day
And magic moments tantalize
As you sail across the bay.
And make one wish with me
The moments that we’re scared to think about
Could come across to be.
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