Woman, may I compare you to a rose? The rose is short. You are tall. The rose is narrow. You are shapely. The rose stands still. You move, you are liquid grace. The rose wears one fragrance, pleasing enough, but only from up close. You wear many fragrances, ever changing with your shampoo, soap, toothpaste, … Continue reading Woman, may I compare you to a rose?
Alas, I am out of salt! Will any kind woman Alone, unloved, unhappy, Please send me a vial of her tears Which I may use As seasoning for my soup? Related articles 50-Word Stories #137 The Romance of Our Shadows Probably Dying Hope Less Questions For You
If I ever get married, I will give my wife a plastic daffodil And say to her, ‘My love for you is like this flower. It will never wither.’ * She will pick the flower up, And sniff at it a little, Then raise it in the air, And with a frown, Strike me with … Continue reading Flowers For My Wife
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