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If You Had To Fill Out An Application (To Be My Boyfriend)



She likes all flowers in the ground.
And never in a bouquet.
They remind her of funerals. She likes
all living things, living.
Simple presents, ones you've picked out,
are the kind she likes best. They will elicit
big warm smiles. Please, avoid the mall
at all costs (unless you are people watching.)
Bring her: Antique buttons, thrift store finds,
garage sale discards, free box delights.
A dollar movie is always more fun. You have
more money for popcorn or thin mints or beer.
Send her a home-made card filled with your own
poetry or sad jokes. Drive her to the coast
any time of the year, just to listen to the ocean.
Walk with her through the park.
And try not to be impatient when she stops
to remark on a leaf or to say hello to a dog
or a squirrel. She may be a bit weird, but
hey that's real. Surprise her by
doing the dishes every once in awhile,
and picking up your clothes off of the floor
or off the handles of the door. She might like that.
Gaze into her eyes
like when you were both sixteen,
when love was silly and felt so
keen...with your pulses both racing wildly
while only holding hands.

All these things
are small and possible.
And you may choose (to do)
them only one at a time.
Remember, she is not expecting
any of this.
So it will make the best surprise.
And she will be so happy.
(Thank You!)


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Copyright March 12, 2013 All Rights Reserved By This Writer/Author
Melissa A Howells  Meloo Tilt-a-World

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