She Liked Picking Flowers, I Liked Growing Them
She liked picking flowers, I liked growing them
She liked picking flowers,
I liked growing them
Her basket filled with pretty blooms,
freshly on the stem
She walked into my garden,
scented sweet and true
I tended to my marigolds
with tiny buds so new
She saw my Gerber daisies,
just smiling in the sun
Then glanced in my direction,
she only wanted one
I nodded my approval,
for what else could I say
To the loveliest of flowers
in my garden on this day
She thanked me with a kiss,
upon my cheek so soft
I felt my old heart skip a beat,
my mind it went aloft
Then as she was leaving
neath springtime skies so blue
I could only stand and stare,
for on this day I knew
Of every perfect flower,
so wondrous and pristine
She was now the prettiest
that I have ever seen
She still likes picking flowers,
I still like growing them
But now I tend my plants and wait
till she comes back again
Copyright © Chris Green | Year Posted 2017
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