In the mist of the night, beneath the shimmering stars,
I can feel your heart beating, where ever you are,
I will wait for the day, in which a promise once said,
And hold you here in my arms, with the thoughts in my head,
I will wait in this field, where the blossoms will grow,
Where you would whisper the words that often would show,
You tell me you love me, so what does that mean?
If roses were red and violets were blue,
Can you show me the meaning of 'I Love You'?