I love peonies.

I love peonies.

I told you this a few times,

like when we walked past the flower shop on 2nd St.

Or at that one wedding, looking at the centerpiece.

I love peonies.

We would joke around about how you thought dandelions were better

I argued they were just pretty weeds

and would never be superior to peonies.

I love peonies.

You complimented my new perfume,

said it smelt like flowers.

It was peonie, but what you said was still true.

I love peonies.

I told you it's because they are so unique

that the flower still looks strong, even though it can be delicate.

You said just like me.

I love peonies.

You gave me a surprise;

you said it's my favorite,

and I'd surely love it.

You got me a bouquet of roses.

I love peonies.