These blossoms are not bribery
to convince you not to go;
But simply an expression
of the love I want to show.

Though their petals soon will wither
and their leaves begin to fall,
not so my love, for it is
as green ivy on the wall

that only sees each barrier
as a chance to overcome
and slowly climbs the highest stone
to the warm light of the sun.

So whene'er you see green ivy
climbing up some old stone wall,
just remember that my love for you
isn't withering at all.