The Girl Who Brings Me Flowers

 


The girl who leaves me flowers
Has been again today
I’ve yet to see that face of hers
But I’ve watched her run away
I’ve tried leaving her messages
To ask her to explain
But she seems to just ignore them
And still comes back again

The girl who leaves me flowers
Just won’t let me be
In an instant she will come and go
What does she want from me?
Every Sunday for two years
She’s laid them at my door
Always tied in bright red ribbons
That trail down to the floor

© marvo 2020
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Sweetwater

Very interesting and gentle poem. Much enjoyed. Sue.

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