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Like two lips,
pursed together,
but in a smile.

The petals are smooth -
coloured in silky shades
of red or pink
or perhaps a
vibrant cerise.

He buys me these flowers
every anniversary
to remind me

of his deep
and enduring love.
A poem for my lovely, lovely husband. Almost 25  years now.  He is a good soul that I so love and appreciate.

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