There
were white carnations
Sitting
on the front step
When
I opened the door
Just
a few in a vase
A
small note with no name
My
first secret admirer
I
was readily confounded
A
habit I keep up
When the situation warrants
I
don’t look for hidden presents
Believe
the premises in movies
Like
the gifts only found
When
they arrive by complete surprise
So
I thought on it
Not
too hard, but I thought
And
thinking a thought I thought
Not
of who it really was
But
not of who it wasn’t either
Just
confusion and shock
As
if it was lightning
Nothing
more and not again
But
it was again
It
happened at a dance
Perfect
opportunity
To
discover who she was
Everyone
was there
I
danced oblivious
Consumed
in music
Until
it stopped
For
a public service announcement
From the admirer
The
one still hidden from view
The
one with the white flowers
That
turned my face red
A
third delivery of flowers
Revealed
the hidden face
Of
a former love
The
last I thought it would be
Thought
I had ended it badly
That
we had devolved to apathy
Not
enough spark even for hate
Just
a dissolving
A
drifting apart
A
few flowers rekindled fire
And
she was cute which didn’t hurt
She
had kept the embers alive
From
a fire I thought had passed
Took
the hand of a silly boy
And
showed him where they were
From
palmers touch
To touch of holy lips
The
star crossed lovers stopped
Held
fast the moment
Forsook
the poison
Decided to dance instead
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