Anonymous

By Gordon    Gordon

Chocolates.
Flowers.
Love letters that lighten me,
Soft words speaking so lightly,
Twice a day,
Every week,
You have something to send me.
Either it's a gift,
Either it's a card,
What makes you send your love so hard?
It's nice,
It's sweet,
Next time leave a card with your name on it at my feet.
You're a John Doe,
Make an appearance
And with all you have to show.
You're handsome and clean,
But you only look that way in my dreams.
What you got to hide that I can't see?
I won't judge at what I see,
What you feel on the inside is what I want to meet.
Chocolates.
Flowers.
As usual love letters that lighten me.
Every word spoken so softly.
Twice a day,
Every week,
You have something to send me.
In my mind you're the man for me,
But I don't know if you're meant to be.

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