Hearts and Flowers
by Sharmagne Leland-St.John
Whenever he broke my heart
He'd buy me flowers to make up.
For major crimes, a large bouquet,
Smaller infractions, a bright nosegay.
Whenever he was afraid we'd part,
In a fancy restaurant that night we'd sup.
And a dozen roses, blood red
Would appear next to our bed.
Then one day I got smart
And began to treat him like a naughty pup.
Of course he began to pout
But finally he figured it out.
Being in love is a fine art.
Don't cheat, drink from the cup
Of kindness and say
You will always love, cherish and obey.