He Doesn't Send Me Flowers
By Julie Lacksonen
My man shows love in countless ways.
He tells me with his eyes.
He cooks and cleans without complaint
Unlike so many guys.
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He tells me funny anecdotes.
I sometimes laugh for hours.
He compliments me often,
But, he doesn't send me flowers.
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"And just why is that?" you may ask,
"for flowers satisfy."
He simply won't spend hard-earned cash
On something doomed to die.
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It really doesn't bother me.
He's right - they fade away.
He gives a much more priceless gift -
Declaring love each day.
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And when we become intimate,
The man has super powers.
He's mine until death parts us.
I prefer him over flowers.
❤️🔥
For my husband, Ted. 💛🧡♥️
About the Creator
Julie Lacksonen
Julie has been a music teacher at a public school in Arizona since 1987. She enjoys writing, reading, walking, swimming, and spending time with family.
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