|If roses are given to me|
of course I’ll accept them with glee,
but the joy I impart
does not match with my heart
as the flowers do nothing for me!
My husband’s been told this is true.
Yet on holidays, what does he do?
Each of twenty-eight years
on the counter appears
a vase filled with varying hue.
He won't change his habits I've found
and I know how ungrateful I sound,
but I'd like it much more
if the man I adore
would just leave those stems in the ground!