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He won my heart with
flowers,
He entered a sweet place,
With a thoughtful gift of beauty,
Love bonded me with grace.
A gift of money for him,
To buy a gift or two,
His special trip to a candy store,
His pocket closed like new.
A thoughtful look he gave me,
I'd like to go in there,
The florist, I said with a smile,
He said oh yes, stay here.
This little precious baby,
A little more than three,
He walks into the flower shop,
As happy as could be.
He looked up at the flowers,
His eyes so filled with light,
He never saw so many,
His smile was big and bright.
He walked over to the owner,
And put his money down,
He said I need some flowers,
The man he walked around.
The little boy said this one,
I'd like these flowers please,
The owner he looked at him,
Smiling he agreed.
He took three special flowers,
Bright yellow touched with red,
Added little baby's breath,
The boy tilted his head.
The flowers are so pretty,
Do I have enough for these?
The owner said its just enough,
Two dollars in pennies.
The little boy was happy,
With flowers in his view,
He walked right out to meet me,
And said these flowers are for you.
This gift I always treasure,
From the little boy who knew,
That a gift of love that's given,
Will come straight back to you.
Author: © Francine Pucillo
Used with permission
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