Men Don't Listen and Wayne L. Misner 2016©    

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       Your Love for Me Has

                             Wilted Away and Died



My favorite flower is the rose.

Just looking at its beauty takes my breath away.

You have been my rose through all these years.

As often as possible I would bring you a rose to share your exceptional beauty with.


Soon we will part and the tradition will end.

In its place, I offer you this gift, an enchanting glass rose, which will never die, as my love for you shall never die.

Your gentleness and kindness have improved on nature.

I thank you for your sweet tender touches and compassionate human patience.


I will never forget this harsh lesson.


Women must be treated with the same tender loving care as the rose:

I should have sprinkled you with love

I should have fertilized you with caresses

I should have sprayed you with affection

Kept you in the sunlight, which reflects your natural colors, more awesome than a rainbow.


The fragrance of your skin makes me feel dizzy;

Your eyes remind me of the delicate colors of soft petals;

Your smile, the sunlight required for growth;

Your legs, the long, stems;



Your face is that of a breath-taken flower with all its lovely dramatic features.

This arrangement captures what romance with someone special is all about.

You are precious, an exceptional women, and will remain in my heart for all eternity.