You've always been my sunny favourite. Fresh from the florist, dressed in a paper skirt, you are fine, but when found tangled in a bush, climbing the ramshackle shed, with your girly scent hanging in the air, you are most desirable.
Thank you for all the times you came to me from a friend or lover. Thank you for the times I picked you for myself. Thank you for peeking through picket fences and brushing against me to scatter soft curls of butter at my feet.
I love you old and floppy in a vase, living your last few days just to please, until your final drop of bruised petals. And the fragrance of you lingers on.
Love from Jo xx
jojobee
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