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On the day of your wedding, please save me

the bouquet. Do not toss it randomly.
I need to recall the love you gave me
more than she needs a sign of what might be:
Please give me the flowers. I will freeze them.
It was I who watered and sang to them.
And they grew and you grew. I must freeze them.
You've no need for me, with your diadem:
Though your diamonds may flash and shine and spark,
my frozen flowers contain the essence
of all that you love, of light and of dark.
Between heart and mind you've put up a fence:
Throw your bouquet to me, inside your heart;
I'm on the wrong side, but I'm "really smart."
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