To show you how much our love grows,
I’m sending you a single rose.
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But does that say that I love you?
Maybe I should send you two.
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With all that you have given me.
I might as well just send you three.
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You’re all that I am living for,
so maybe I will give you four.
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Since you’re the reason I’m alive,
you really should be getting five.
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You and I make the perfect mix.
So I’ve decided to send you six.
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You’re God’s gift sent from Heaven,
number of roses now equals seven.
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Are we together because of fate?
Hey, why not, I’ll send you eight.
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To show you that you’re really mine,
I’m sending you roses, nine.
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But as I think it over again,
maybe I should send you ten.
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Okay no, I’m back to seven,
or maybe not, how about eleven?
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One more to add to your shelves.
Now the total equals twelve.
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I could pick roses till the smell makes me sick,
but for you my dear, there aren’t enough roses to pick.
~*~ Jill ~*~