twelve red roses
a box of chocolates
will you be my valentine
the perfect gift
I replied with a kiss
falling fast
down the hill
landing in mud
my eyes squint painfully
as the sun shines through
climbing back up
seeking closure
to the heartache
I scratch his picture
from my memory
new buds
blooming beautifully
all across my heart
Jill Friesner & Lisa Wilder
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