The Anti-Valentine Poem

There you sat

my (heart) in your

Hands

and said

“Imagine a bouquet of flowers,

right here.

That was my plan, to surprise you.”

But I don’t see any flowers.

No roses of red, daisies of white.

Instead I see you

and all I can think is

“No, I’d rather have you

there,

sitting the way you are

so:close

instead of flowers.”

No flowers.

Just You.

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