Let us pretend,
Over wine,
That you, my friend
Are mine.
But, in an hour
Or so
You will surely go.
A flower
May perfume
Man’s bedroom
For a little while,
Causing him to smile.
‘Ere he does repent
Of the money spent.
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K Morris - Poet 
A great poem, Kevin.
Thank you, Robbie. I am delighted you like it. Kevin