A Sad Memory

I gave her books for Valentine’s Day
and birthday’s so she could read for days on end
and the joy of the book would never end.

I gave her living plants for Valentine’s Day
and birthday’s so she could water the
plants, see them flower
and the joy of the blooming plant would
bring happiness hour after hour.

Years went by and one day she said, “You’re
not a romantic, you don’t really care.
I wanted romantic cards and cut flowers galore
showering me with your love forevermore.”

“How was I supposed to know?” I asked.
“If you loved me you wouldn’t have to ask.”

So, I bought romantic cards and bouquets galore
but the innocent joy of the gift was there no more.

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