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The gift he placed into my hand
with gentle touch,
with lowered eyes
and blushed cheeks -
I knew it very well,
it was a stolen thing.
And yet, he was no thief,
that honest man who stole for me a peony as a gift.
Thrilled and delighted,
my fingertips caressed the perfect velvet petals
That stole from far above
the crimson brightness of the sun
To match the splendid passion of our youth in love.
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