Monday 21 November 2016

Ask a Florist

Ask a Florist
about true love

All the red roses returned
every Valentine's

All the Aislings

All the posies binned
or the single stems pinned

On lapels
'til they wither

Ask a florist
about the unsteadiness of the human heart

Its blossom as fickle
as a freshly cut bouquet

How ardour
gift wrapped

So quickly becomes
an order cancelled

Ask a florist
about true love

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