Valentine’s Day is over
Red roses sighed
As I danced in the breeze
You came with a knife
Cut my root
In the shop
He called my name
In his hand I swayed
When he looked at her
I knew I was not the one
How sweet!
Graced in syrup
She honoured me proudly
I burst into laughter
With the blabbering lassie
Love was labelled
When you slept on my petals
Next dawn you forgot me
Between sweet and sour
I was so puzzled
In my desire
You will be my friend
I will not wish to see you near
You are the love
And I am the beauty
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