Picking Roses

If your birthday was on a weekend I would still come to you with flowers and your favorite coffee...

If the flowers won't look like you I would look for blue-pink ones in the backyard of my heart...

When the sun rises I wanna wake up to your laughter and ask you all about your night...

When I hear you call my name, I wanna ask you to say it again, but I don't ask for more...

We talk about olives and pets, and hints about the future as if we know this is what we want...

We stop talking for a minute but then again sometimes I feel like nothing more needs to be said...

I don't promise to be perfect, but I promise to stay imperfect...

I don't promise you tomorrow, that's why I love you today and everyday to come... ♥

~Nino