the anxiety remained...

I gave him a red, red rose!
He brought out his scissors...
bisected it...
held it in cross-section
and asked me to find the gynoecium.

I told him, "love!"
he wanted to know the etymology of it...
and then wondered
about the phonetic irregularity.

So, exasperated...
I gave him my heart...
Will he? Wont he???
And lo! behold!!
He made me his own!!!

The Epitaph
This summer,
could you outdo the sun?
This summer,
just this summer,
could you please make it warm???