She Buys me flowers.

She buys me flowers.

She buys me lilies, in fact.

Chocolates, tartlets, creams

And dreams;

She brings me dreams.

Bottled sealed and sent –

My scent!

The smell of fear...

The smell of success –

Caressed.

Success, born of fear

Faced, chased, misplaced

And laced

With tiny imperfections

Sweetest interjections

Masking all emotions

Never to be found?

Never to be found…

She buys me flowers.

She buys me lilies, in fact.

She buys me flowers.