If you want to win my heart,
don’t send me exotic blooms;
just pick me a bunch of honesty
before it fades to pale seed moons.
Let its purples promise me truth
over romantic gestures –
I’ve outgrown flowery words,
it’s authenticity that I treasure.
If you want to make a bouquet,
then add forget-me-nots too,
but be sure you mean the message
you’re spelling out in blue.
I’m tired of fools who rush in
before they know they mean what they say,
if you want to woo me now,
candour will be the only way.