Spring is a pretty time                                                                                             To pick some flowers to those                                                                                  Whom we love and to those whom                                                                         We care about anytime ...                                                                                        Flowers are great and precious to those                                                                 Who understand their real meanings ...                                                                 Picking flowers means caring about                                                                       Our loved ones anytime ...                                                                                      A bunch of flowers sent to our loved ones,then                                                     Their Hearts will be cheered up ...                                                                              ___________________­_

She told my dad he was “kind of an *******”
the first time we had dinner with him,
at this place called The Pear Room
but she was disappointed that there were not only
no pear decorations, but that there was not a single dish
with a pear included. She ordered a dry martini
with three olives on a skewer,
but she never took one sip. She gulped.

She came at me like an avalanche in jean mini skirt.
I tried to run ahead of her, but she picked up speed
and tossed me right into her path with scratch marks
on my back to prove it. You’d never know it
by the way she twirls her hair into a bun at the top of her head
just to take her make-up off, how she laughs
instead of getting ******, or how she sometimes
orders her dessert before her meal, but she’s just a girl
who puts on her toughness in the morning like a slip.
She folds

her dollar bills into fourths before she puts them in her wallet,
and she strings herself like paper chains
against the sun every day as she drives to a job she hates.
She listens to Miles Davis on her record player,
asks me to dance at half past eleven on nights I need to sleep,
but I get up anyway. I pour us both a glass of Coke
and try to capture the reflection she doesn’t see of herself,
mirror it in my eyes, just so she knows that she
is not just another item on the menu.

I stay up late just to be with you
Minutes turn to hours and hours turn to days
My eyes are sore and my head is heavy
You keep telling me one more time
And I believe you
But it's never just one more time
You check on me every so often to make sure I'm still there
I try to leave you but you **** me right back in
Oh well what can one more episode hurt?

I long to feel your lips on mine,
I beg to feel your warm embrace.
I desire to sleep next to you at night,
I crave your gaze.

I hunger for the attention of your soul,
to be the one you see and love.
I only wish you catch  on to my words,
I only wish you could read what I write.