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.