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Flowers at the Door
Every morning I would wait
To bring her flowers at the door
I was so young and naïve
To believe someone like her
Would fall for me
So today,as I always had,
Brought her flowers at the door
Should a bee be without honey?
Or the sky not so sunny?
To have her without them in her hands
Would be a crime
On the day of her graduation
I wanted to profess my love for her
Or to tell her thank you
For the kind words and thanks she
Had given me, like presents every day
I choked up and got scared
And thought “she has her whole life ahead of her”
I’ll just hold her back
So where we first met every morning
I put the flowers that I brought for her
At the door.
They are still there today.
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To bring her flowers at the door
I was so young and naïve
To believe someone like her
Would fall for me
So today,as I always had,
Brought her flowers at the door
Should a bee be without honey?
Or the sky not so sunny?
To have her without them in her hands
Would be a crime
On the day of her graduation
I wanted to profess my love for her
Or to tell her thank you
For the kind words and thanks she
Had given me, like presents every day
I choked up and got scared
And thought “she has her whole life ahead of her”
I’ll just hold her back
So where we first met every morning
I put the flowers that I brought for her
At the door.
They are still there today.
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Published 8th Mar 2011
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