THE REDDEST OF TULIPS TAKE ME BACK TO PAST SPRINGS. WHEN TULIPS WERE BLOOMING ANEW AND YOU AND I WENT STROLLING IN THE GARDEN. IT HAS NOT BEEN TOO LONG SINCE YOU LEFT ME BEHIND SO EVERY SPRING I STILL REJOICE WHEN TULIPS BLOOM AND REMEMBER WHEN OUR TWO LIPS ONCE MET IN SWEET KISSES SO DIVINE.