'Primrose Marie'
I whisper quietly and clearly
'He loves you dear so sincerely'
and his heart must never be broken
by harsh words, not yet spoken.
Incurable is the urge
for his arms to hold you;
magic hours were few
until love's golden hue.
A greater love could seldom be,
his inner thoughts are all for thee;
admiring such floral artistry,
he worships you 'Primrose Marie'.
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