“Thank you for the flowers you’ve sent”, she said,
And sweetly smiled, and coyly turned her head.
“I am sorry for the things I said last night.
I was wrong, and you were right.
Please forgive me?”
So I forgave her.
And as we wandered through the moonlit hours,
I thought,
“What bloody flowers?”

One Comment
  1. Claude Covo-Farchi

    I hope you won’t mind that I posted your poem as a Valentine poem 😉
    If you do, I’ll remove it…

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