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He was a shy young man, with flowers in his hand

Calling my name, with a stutter

Afraid I would run, perhaps even make fun

Silly boy, my heart’s in a flutter

I took the bouquet, with its colorful array

But thank you, was all I could utter

I felt my cheeks blush, and the words start to gush

He looked confused as could be

I tried to straighten my face, and explain with some grace

But our laughter took over, with glee

He smiled with a grin that was bigger than him

I knew in that moment, you see

We would always be one, from night until sun

My beautiful shy man and me


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