The Unsold Bouquets

the remaining bouquets the flowers are still fresh but this late valentine night they look particularly bare of hope for a sale three bouquets on a table that have become too big for them during the day, there were so many of them one over the other a city of eager lovers head over heels in choosing of the best roses to convey their feelings to their fancied flowers, blooms, blossoms their grace, fragrance and semblance of intimacy won the day for the hot blooded men who wilted in the face of transmitting their innermost thoughts to their new loved ones so many of his hearts went into the girl's when she acceped his bouquet so many of his lovelorn nights turned into nights of hope now a girl in a condominium still carries a dream to have that sweet bouquet from her secret love a three-year dream a bouquet a year that's three bouquets three bouquets that sit on a big vacant heart longing to be bought longing to be given away longing to fill up a lonely heart giving her life the colours she longs for