My sweetheart gave me buttercups last May,
on a bright and beautiful Saturday.
He placed them under my chin to see if I like butter.
All I could do was stammer and stutter.
Nestled among the buttercups was a diamond ring.
It glistened in the sunlight like the jewel of a king.
He got down on one knee and popped the big question.
How could I ever give him a rejection?
We planned a small wedding, just with family and close friends,
at a quaint little chapel where the cobblestone road bends.
A few weeks later, I got a telephone call.
My sweetheart was in a car accident driving home from the mall.
A drunk driver ran a red light and killed him in a flash.
I couldn't stop crying. It was like emotional whiplash.
I keep his ring on my finger so he stays close to my heart,
so in a sense, he and I will never part.
What a beautiful soul he was, so kind and gentle.
He gave me strength and support, both emotional and mental.
I will never forget him, no matter who else comes into my life.
I know we would have seen each other through turmoil and strife.
Now, whenever I pass a field of buttercups,
I think about the sweet little Labrador pups
that we wanted to have as pets one day.
But now that dream is over, so what can I say?
Every time I raise yellow buttercups to the skies,
I think of my sweetheart, and tears fall from my eyes.