Don`t give me flowers when I`m dead.

"Don't give me flowers when I'm dead! I can't smell then, everyone knows. Give them to me now, instead, So I can feel the warmth of the rose. And don't wait for some fake holiday To take your love down off the shelf! You might as well just go away! I can be happy by myself!" She says these words with angry tone, Her face is beautiful, in passion bright. I know my love for her isn't shown As often or deeply as I might. I wish that just once she could see Herself as I do, through these eyes of mine; Then she would know how thoroughly I'll love her. Til the end of time.