On Sending Flowers

I cannot send you flowers:
You are not mine.
I must suppress this urge
From time to time.

A dozen roses,
Or a subtle bouquet
I ponder and hope
The decision will be mine one day.

So I patiently wait
And stay on the side-
Each and every day
My feelings I hide

Because I cannot send flowers
You are not mine
Oh how I wish that it were only flowers
And not my heart on the line.

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