Blue Violets: Confessions

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Confessions

A year has passed since that fateful day,

You told me you returned my feelings.

And now, Valentine's is here,

To let us remember this journey.


It would be cliché to give me a rose,

Instead, you give me another flower.

A blue violet, different from name,

Whose expression will not be turned sour.


And here we sit,

Remembering how far we've come,

Remembering those days of youth,

Other days better than some.


Regardless of this, we'll be together.

Forever, bound by fate.

And even if it took you while to realise,

Love can never be too late.

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