Not a rose tailored to perfection,
one hand-picked, off a rose bush,
Fragile, petals that whimper
Or may be a heart askew, filled with lines
uncertain,
“Red scarlet or Red violet?”
“Red scarlet or Red violet?”
Or a sticky note on the door, just before
rush hour, begins,
“Dinner at eight!”
“Dinner at eight!”
Or a song half written, for love,
on a sojourn,
“I love you, you love me too”
“I love you, you love me too”
Or being unsure, is Love,
loving to love you?
loving to love you?
or Loving you love, to love you?
Or finding the cracks, only to fill them
up,
“You may be broken, but I am the glue”up,
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Happy Valentine's day Folks
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