Sunday, 5 February 2012


He waited outside
in my garden, smiling
With some tulips
yellow, with honey
his face was lit
with those dimples
sweet and solid.
I could see his hands
shivering, with cold?
Sent me a quick grin
Held those blossoms,
and words of passion.
I stood there,looking
still and shivering.

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