Carnations

Im hopeless romantic
Youre hopeless romantic

Youre my subject
your subject is her

im still hopeful

are you still hopeful?

im in awe of you

but shes your favourite work of art

tell me your hopes,

tell me out loud

Because we are both hopeless romantics

And if one day you come to my door with carnations
Instead of roses
I promise to insert your name
At the dedication part of my book