Fresh Cut Flowers

You’ve been a bouquet,
Of fresh picked flowers,
Decorating my thoughts,
As minutes add up to hours.

I’m focused on where I’m going,
When suddenly, there you are,
In the song on the radio,
That I hear in my car.

Your kind eyes,
And your soft smile,
Give me the feeling,
You’d be worth my while.

My intuition is certain,
Though I’ve been here before,
Fear tells me to run,
And deadbolt the door.

My heart tells me to stay,
It tells me this time will be different,
It tells me it’ll be more than okay.
But is that hope or discernment?

© Regina Mast 2017

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