Giving In (Roses)

You've got the sort of

Spirit

That gives me Hope.

Baby,

You've got the

Smile

That illuminates my Path.

Happiness grows with

The watering of your

Love; only you can make

M   e      s   m   i   l   e

Inconsequentially,

(Alone).

I'll take your hand, and

                F

        a
ll
o    

v 

    e
r

Fall                                                    

                                                   over

F               

r       

e

     e

  f

a   

ll

Right into your

Heart.

Shouldn't I?