A simple Love Poem

 The pressed thistle meant more -

Than the Red Roses sent, 
Or were they merely Red Flags? 
Love-bombing, Gas-lighting, 
the list could go on
The Thistle, 
Smaller, neater, more compact
But, sent with love from the heart 

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