I offered her a flower. She offered me her heart. I offered her my body. She ran away.
I found her thirty-one years later.
“Do you still have my flower?” I asked.
“Do you still have my heart?”
We bartered flower against heart.
“Now I know you love me,” she said, offering me her life.
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760 points, ended October 28, 2008, 16 entries
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Cohgratulations on your Silver ...
I loved this write.
Myra
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i love you too... oops... your poetry
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Wow, awesome write. Cute yet powerful. Nice work! Thanks for entering!
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How else...
~Sonja~
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i like it
it shows that true love waits. it's a beautiful piece of art. -
Sighhh...simply beautiful, Scribe.
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