The carnation I left you
was given with much pondering –
not as romantic, they’ll say,
as its more beloved, historic rival,
the rose;
not as many songs and poems
describing its allure;
without plethora
of oil paintings
to capture its pale pink petals
on canvas –
but please remember, darling,
they'll endure while the others drop,
even if but a day,
those extra, precious hours to say
I love you, I’m sorry, come back to me.
Andreas Gripp
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