The cardiologist told her to return later.
“A condition of the heart…” was all he had said.
Her heart was in her mouth when she pushed open the cabinet door.
She saw the burning candles, the silver dinnerware, the fine wine.
The doctor, neatly dressed, held a bouquet of roses.
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Ahi Vincent, I really love your poems. Good day to you
Truly, you’ve captured a condition of the heart. Lovely and completely unexpected, very romantic. What color did you paint the roses? Have a wonderful evening Vincent. ~ Mia
They were white, and when she stooped a little to smell them she noticed that they had a rosy tinge to them, as if they were blushing.
How lovely, the story continues. Thank you.
Still grabs me by the heart strings, as it did the first time., 🙂
Randy
Very nice. 🙂