| I came with a single rose, |
| only to find that he'd brought a dozen. |
| I made you figures from snow, |
| but he'd forged you an army of stone, |
| I tried to give you a compliment, |
| but it was buried beneath his praises |
| I then built you a monument, |
| but he'd made you eight fortresses |
| I acquired for you a mile, |
| but he'd claimed for you the West. |
| I finally made you smile, |
| but he'd already made you happiest. |
|
| I'm always a step behind- |
| there's not much that I can do. |
| I'll always be inadequate, |
| but it's I who most loves you. |
Not my best work, but I've created worse.
The fact that there's 8 fortresses has some significance...
I don't like that my army's of stone bit doesn't rhyme but I'm feeling rather stubborn about changing it. Eventually I may though. Maybe.