He picked Her

He picked her with affection,

Because he adore how lovely she is as a flow’r.

He was enchanted to meet her,

And the way she caress her petals.

He picked her meticulously,

Because she is one of a kind.

He let the pretty flower fall,

And pretend he likes her after all.

He picked her and then left,

Because he is a calloused guy.

He taped her on the wall,

She may belong to someone’s eye.

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