I PICK UP A DAISEY
TO COUNT THE WAYS
I LOVE YOU
BUT THAT WASN'T GOOD ENOUGH
FOR ME
SO I PICK OUT A DOZENS RED ROSES
LEFT THEM OUTSIDE YOUR DOOR
FOR YOU TO SEE
BUT THE WORDS WEREN'T THERE
FOR YOU TO HEAR
SO I BROUGHT A CARD
THAT SAID IT ALL
OF WHAT YOU MEAN TO ME
AND THROUGH IT ALL
I'M SURE YOU KNOW NOW
THAT I LOVE YOU SO.
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TO COUNT THE WAYS I LOVE YOU Rachel Ann Butler