By scqueen
Date: 3 January 2001
February Blooms
tantilizing is the smell
of daffodils on the hill
paperwhites wake up first
as if they were the only birth
the rest were waiting on
romantically they fill the vase
set so delicately on lace
their faces imitating mine
too late to be my valentine
so soon they will be gone
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