He buys her roses

because he knows

she loves them.


He buys her roses

because

here they are 

together

after births

and deaths, and struggles,

and cars, and houses,

and dogs, and families,

and camping trips.


He buys 

her roses

because every

sunset

is better

with her there.

And every

sunrise

a gift

of another

glorious day

with her.


~Lu


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