Dates of a different kind

I give you roses every week.

Don't worry, I'm still discrete. It's not

Like I hold big ceremonies or anything.

It's not like I needed to then.

I still see you ever saturday.

Don't worry, I'm still discrete. It's not

Like I proclaim my love left right and centre.

It's not like I needed to then.

I still talk to you 4-ish, after school

Don't worry, I'm still discrete. It's not 

Like I shout or somthing.

It's not like I needed to then.

I give roses

Yet you can't recieve them.

I meet you

Though you can't recognize me.

I talk to you

But you can't hear me.

And as I rest my hands on the gravestone 

I say the words

I thought I didn't need to say.

I Love You.