A flower girl tried to sell me a flower
picked from my own garden
a thin starving guttersnipe dressed so dour
my seldom emphatic heart granted my pardon

I gave her a tenner for the red rose
and told her to "keep the change"
she, now the subject of my next poetic prose
about the girl who makes my heart feel strange

i see you
looking at me,
smiling at me;
i see you everywhere.
no,
i'm not hallucinating.
you're just on my mind
thinking of how you look like
so vivid like
it's real.