Thursday, March 1, 2012

Flower Power

I love the smile
On your sweet face
When you get flowers
In a tall vase.

Our humble table,
The bouquet does grace.
Not quite a dozen -
Just barely diez.

Sadly bright blossoms
Are no longer the case -
Shriveled blooms
Took their place.

But to the florist
I will again race,
To put that smile
Back on your face.

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