Flowers are loving words,
words more tender than a poem,
that silently make the sweet secret
of a heavy heart known
to the most subtle and oblivious alike
And this bunch of warm days flowers,
I made it for the one I love.
A bouquet out of silk and velvet,
into which my heart whispers in turn
loving words among these flowers.
Some think Heavens
holds the secret of life...
Others think they can
glimpse fate in the palm of a hand.
As for me, I know
only one way
to foretell happiness
to a heart.
Just between us,
it is as simple as it is sweet
Flowers are loving words,
words more tender than a poem,
that silently make the sweet secret
of a heavy heart known
to the most subtle and oblivious alike
Mister, please keep it always,
may this bouquet become my symbol,
may it bring you openly,
along with a scent of warm days,
loving words among these flowers.