OMG, run for the hills! Here come the armchair psychologists with tar and feathers.
Roses are Red
Words of love
Words of hope
Words of desires
All wrapped in a neat package
And sent smothered in chocolates
And tied up with a rose or two—
It seems like such a silly way
To attract a hug and kiss
From a pretty young miss
When what you really want
Are a lick and a promise
That you are on track to
The Grand Prize.
I have to hand it to you for your courage in choosing that title for your poem. As well as your astute observation that it isn't just a Valentine's Day kiss, chocolate or not that the average Joe is hoping to get from the average Jill.
Falling to a rare sentinel illness and separated from her charges during a retrieval mission Xevera Nanay encounters the biggest threat to her survival but more importantly her autonomy when paramedic Michael Constantine recognizes and imprisons her
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