Tuesday, May 31, 2011

The roses were left in a long white box on her doorstep....

The box was tied with a silver, taffeta ribbon....
She arrived home from work...
walked up to the door....and saw it there....
She picked it up, wondering what was inside...
It was such a BEAUTIFUL box...
She opened it when she got in...
There were 2 dozen of the MOST GORGEOUS,
orange roses she'd ever seen....
The orange was the color of FLAME somehow...
spectacular really...
clearly VERY expensive...
The card was short and simple...
It read, "I Love You, American Girl..."..
There was no signature...
Something about this mysterious gift and this short, cryptic card
made her shiver....

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