(please say yes, my little sugarplum petal blossom π₯Ίπ)
so I can whisper it to the flowers πΌ
the stars have already chosen, but you get to click π
clear your whole calendar, obviously π
my heart is doing cartwheels through a field of tulips π·π·π·
See you there, don't be late, I'll be the one clutching 47 roses πΉ