Love Note

By
Fresh roses
upon my bed
from my lover
no doubt in my head

Always has he
picked a flower of passion
and strewn them about
in no obvious fashion

A note I see
forund in a pile
as I read
it brings a smile

"Dear Anna" it says
in his writing so neat
"as out love is forbiden
we cannot meet

So to show you how big
my love really is
I'd fill the sky
with love notes like this"





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