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 […]

via The Shy Young Man ~ #RomanticTuesday #poetry — Night Owl Poetry – Dorinda Duclos

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