Confession

As I hold a rose in my hand
Writing this poem i stand
To see you from far away
I wish to let go of this rose
To the one who earn this the most
Why are you still standing there
Start walking down the aisle
Sway your hips
But do not move your arms
Just make it stay
For me to snatch it away
I'll confess my love
From me to you
I'll be on my knees
I'll show you the ring
I'll propose to you
I'll be proud to be your king
You may run but you can't hide
Cause you'll gonna be my number 1