Don’t wait for him to buy you flowers,
create and grow your own garden:
A look cannot be thought of as a contract
A warm and tender embrace does not bind your souls
A kiss is not a promise
And holding hands, no matter how tight will not keep you together forever
For it is likely he has given many looks and not even taken out a pen
That he has indulged in passion and not even thought about a ring
That he has left his taste lingering on lips even after he has forgotten to call
And he has washed his hands clean of any memory of you.
And that to him you may be no different than the others: Another girl and a bouquet of roses.