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Now, I Buy Her Flowers

There I was,
roses in my hair,
and in my hands,
no plans,
just a spark in my eye and a whisper in my throat.
Your name tasted like a tropical afternoon,
the kind of time when all there is to do is be adored,
and it was a whisper,
then a soft song,
kissed onto the lips of my lover,
as I handed her my flowers,
and the key to my heart.

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