My heart is an empty jardiniere
Receptive to flowers and affection.
By your wayward glances, I could swear
There is a festering attraction
But speak up bravely; be not passive
And may we start a journey called love.
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Author:
Amy Michelle Mosier (
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- Category: Love
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