I went out and found her 200 roses
Not bought
Not purchased
Not stolen
Found
In a pretty girl's hair
Resting lightly behind her ear
In a bridal bouquet
As the last song was playing
On a young man's lapel
As his prom date holds his hand
For the very first time
In my grandmother's garden
On a calm spring day
In collected petals
Leading up to a bathtub
Lit only by candles
I found them on dining room tables
Wilted in old golden boxes
Tagged with Valentine's Day cards
Left to dance in abandoned vases
I found her 200 roses
And I gave them to her
In a world with her in it
A world I'd like to live in
Until each of those roses
Blows away
In the wind
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