Love Poetry For Couple

If you love me Bring me flowers Wild daisies Clutched in your fist Like a torch No orchids or roses Or carnations No florist's bow Just daisies Steal them Risk your life for them Up the sharp hills In the teeth of the wind If you love me Bring me daisies That I will cram In a bright vase And marvel at by Bub Bridger (Ngati Kahungunu), "Up Here on the Hill", Mallinson Rendel, Wellington, 1989

A full stop. In the middle of a sentence. Not enough water in the jug for a cup of tea, and all the milk's run out for good. Fumbling for your keys in your bag at night. No-one remembered to switch the light on before they went out. That time you forgot your coat in a southerly, called home and no-one was there. Just the hollow sound of you waiting on the other end. But I've got news, you