He held the flower over
her as she lay in the cool grass,
its petals gossamer in the sunlight,
almost disappearing in translucency.
“Shall I begin?” he teased as he
reached to pull a delicate petal
from its base.
“No!” she said with a knowing smile
and reached for his hand.
“She definitely loves you.
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