white roses

I'll come to you and bring you white roses.

I'll sit next to you, I'll remember your deep dark chocolate colored eyes and I'll tell you fairy tales about love.  

- You know, everything is the same after you've left. Your friends still hang out at your favorite places every Friday night. Yes, they drink your toast too. They place you in a sip of beer instead of in their hearts. After you left, not much has changed, except that they started not to reserve a place for you, not to wait for you and not to fill your glass. 

And me? Every day I still open the windows of your living room and buy some white roses for your table.  

I don't know how to tell fairy tales, but I have memorized all the fairy tales about love.  Come, sit next to you, bring white roses for you and smile.

Isn't it a memorized fairy tale about love?  

Well, let's leave the fairy tales.  You will not listen to me, nor will three apples fall from the sky.  

I came to say that everyday I still can't get back the most important thing I left to you, me.