this anniversary, get her chocolates
(do aphrodisiacs work? you'll find out)
better yet, get her roses
(does she like roses? you suppose they'll do)
get a smile on your face and shoot them at her, an arrow of cupid's
(you are thievery of the heart)
tie a note to the arrow professing your love, for you are not romeo nor lysander but you are hers
(she is desperately yours)
and wait for her reaction, her lovely reaction
(why is she crying?)
and pull out the ring
(hopefully it's her size)
and watch as she gets up
(she's run away.)
this anniversary, buy yourself chocolates
(you need them more than she does.)
YOU ARE READING
melted
Poetry❝the present was the present, and we didn't even know it.❞ dedicated to kjh and wb highest ranking: #27 in poetry
