When you finally receive this letter...
My long lost past image will glow brighter.
Placed in the mourning on your front door...
Along with twelve roses and nothing more.
When you open it and begin to read...
To me once more it might lead.
The calender will explain to you why...
Then in your thoughts I will pass by.
Once again you will think of me...
As your heart will make you see.
It will bring old memories...
Along with very strong emotional energies.
While you look at them you'll get it...
Everything I want to say will fit.
I'm your number one fan...
But I don't think you get my plan.
They are twelve roses that speak of you...
Twelve roses that ask please come back too.
Each one is a mouth that screams don't let our love die...
Showing you that the whole year I just cry and cry.
They are twelve roses that talk about our old destiny...
About the things we could of had for all eternity.
I know towards me you still feel something...
Please return cause you're my everything.
Look in your heart just one moment for a bit...
Because your love I just don't want to forfeit.
Darling we are getting farther away...
But the twelve roses alive will forever stay.
A love like ours could never be destroyed...
It'll aways find it's own way to be deployed.
I know I'm still your everlasting dream...
So please dear don't be so mean.
They are twelve roses that will calm you down...
Twelve roses that can change your frown.
As they all combine their fragrance...
To win once again your innocence.
Can't you just see that I was such a fool?..
Of setting you free as here I drawn in a whirl pool.
Come back to me or every chance simply closes...
Before death undertakes each of the twelve roses.