Love’s Fools

Perhaps he arrives
when you least
expect it.
Rounds the corner
in secret,
and from behind,
covers your eyes
and asks “guess who?!”
With a bouquet of daises,
or roses, or tulips,
but nevertheless,
a bouquet of
flower incense,
that speaks of
lover’s nonsense,
that makes of all of us,
doesn’t it? Love’s fools.

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