I heard someone say once.
That when men come home.
See the blooms lining the sidewalk.
And smell the fragrances coming from windowboxes.
Their first thought is of the woman they love.
That they tend to associate certain flowers with her.
So the next time you pass a florist stand.
Stop by the peonies.
Ranunculas and sunflowers.
And take a whiff of that rosemary and lavender.
And perhaps they'll lead you home.
Love,
Me.
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