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He’s far away on his small town streets,

away from my big city in Canada.

I am not even in his country,

Not even within an hour of him,

and today he made me feel completely special.

3 red roses were brought

by the Chinese man from down the street.

He is a florist,

and my love in New York must have called him to send me

such beautiful roses, so red, with green flowing down in a stem,

and now they wade in water.



I wait to see him again,

to feel his breath against my skin

and to look into his eyes, and to touch his hands,

and hear his voice, and see his hands strumming his guitar,

and this is a day of love, and I did not feel alone,

because he was in my thoughts.



And my love, he is so far,

and I would give away so much

to go be with him, to be in his arms,

and for him to be in mine, and my love, who I love,

who I cherish.

And on this day of love, although it is like any other day,

I was sent 3 red roses from my love in New York.