A rose.
A rose for you, dear reader
Who has stumbled upon my words.

I’d give you another my sweetheart,
But my expectations weren’t too high
You see,
And so I bought just the one
And kept the change for me.

A hug,
A hug for my dear reader,
They all come for free,
An embrace of my gratitude
For your praise at my mediocrity.

I’d hold you for longer, my robin,
I’d keep myself warm at your breast
But you see,
But my shyness outweighs my love,
And most definitely my generosity.

What’s left?
What’s left for my dear reader?
Who has stumbled upon my words,

My voice can not scale the chorus,
So let me write you a verse.