A Cliche
Red roses
Boxes of chocolates
A diamond ring
All cliches` you sent to me
I sigh and roll my eyes
Then set them on the table
I pluck the roses bare
And toss the chocolates in the trash
But I put the ring you sent to me
On my left hand finger
Not because it's valuable
Not because it's shiny
I put the promise on my finger
Because I love you
And the cliche` you sent to me
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