Our Poem, Our Song - Poem by Henrik Berg
A bouqet of papier maiche flowers
And a coardboard box of sweets,
A crumpled note
With a few kind words,
Waiting at your door, in the morning sunshine
Asking you to be my valentine.
-I know it ain't been that long
But my mind's already writing,
Our poem, our song.
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