Flowers...
It is not about any flowers... It was THE flowers chosen by her... It was THE flowers given by her... It was THE flowers known to her... I have known roses all my life... But THE flowers she gives me are more beautiful than any roses... They come from HER... And i look after them as if my life depends on their wellbeing... I missed them... The first time she gave me those i fell more deeply in love with her... I am the kind of woman who believes in flowers and who still loves them... They were HER flowers... This is why it is HER i want to be with & no one else...
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