Started with oversleeping from night’s harsh work,
Rushed through the front door, Forget Me Not!
To the florist for Morning Glory,
Passed through a bright Chrysanthemum sports car,
At last, I saw the Fuchsia shades of reds and pink,
I Rose to the top of the assortment and pick my lot,
For my beloved ones
15 pinks and 10 whites please, Ms. Lavender,
She went through the rows of Lilies and Lilac,
Lavender, lost in the lover’s lustful lounge,
That! I’m not sure, but she did bring me my lot.
Off I went to school, with a bundle full of love,
With Roses hued of salmon and crimson.
Through out the day,
Through out the rendezvous,
The Narcissus in me bloomed,
The touches of love; not lust
The touch of above trust,
My young Hawthorn grew and blossomed
By dusk, Eros shined upon me,
With zest, my sentiments prosper of sincere fulfillment
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