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Sep 2013
He pried gingerly
removing the petals
from my heart
without crushing
the bloom so long hidden.

He doesn't have to say a word.
His simmering gaze, his smile
like a diamond sparkling
tells me everything
I need to know.

But when he said
he liked me more than
hunting, fishing, football
and his power tools,
well, I knew it was love.
Written by
Ann Witt
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