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When Tiger Lilies Bloom
‘Twas years ago, mid summer’s grace,
when tiger lilies bloom,
that Cupid’s arrow sought it’s place,
one sultry afternoon.
Confused embraces, nervous sighs,
a kiss somewhat askew,
two hearts aflutter, butterflies,
‘twas love’s inept debut.
Unveiled emotions raced away,
when lips met lips in haste,
to kiss mid August’s hued bouquet
as fledgling loves embraced.
Each summer‘s end I reminisce,
as fall’s poised to resume,
and oft’ recall that stolen kiss,
when tiger lilies bloom.
