Some men never think of
it.
You did. You'd come along
And say you'd nearly
brought me flowers
But something had gone
wrong.
The shop was closed. Or
you had doubts -
The sort that minds like
ours
Dream up incessantly. You
thought
I might not want your
flowers.
It made me smile and hug
you then.
Now I can only smile.
But, look, the flowers you
nearly brought
Have lasted all this while.
Have lasted all this while.
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