The Girl Who Brings Me Flowers

The girl who leaves me flowers
Has been again I see today
I’ve yet to see that face of hers
But I’ve watched her swiftly run away
I’ve often tried to leave a message
Asking if she would explain
But it seems to me she just ignores them
And still comes back each week again

The girl who leaves me flowers
Will just not simply let me be
In an instant she will come and go
What is it that she wants from me?
Each Sunday morning for maybe two years
She has laid them neatly at my door
Always tied with bright red ribbons
Trailing down to touch the floor