I thought that I will send you roses and you will know what I want to say
But then I remembered how much you love roses and it won't convey
I wondered if I should write a prose and that will say it all
My hands were trembling and I was afraid that the ink may fall
Though I can't sing but I thought of composing a song
I couldn't rhyme well and gave up musing this will take too long
I thought maybe I should ask a friend and it will be done
But then contemplated what if it goes wrong and can't be undone
Better I thought that I give you a call and speak to you myself
But what if I get speechless it is not going to help
I could have painted but then where to get the colours I need
And it might rain and the painting will bleed
Why not bake a cake and offer to you
But will it rise, the chances are few
I am running out of ideas as well as time
Thought of the worse thinking you must have already made up your mind
But then my heart said, you already touched her soul being what you are
Leave it to faith and let it decide to take it further and far
