16 May 2012
Never had the courage to advance. Had my own little idea of romance.
Didn't understand the call of being a man. Took my liberties with my gender clan.
I did see a warning, on the box with flowers. These are for show, not the actual flowers.
I had no idea, I actually had to pick them. I was disappointed when somebody nicked them.
Now I go to your garden as often as I can. Pick out flowers, that aren't just bland.
I have my eyes open, to real romance. No more plastic flowers for my lance.
A Story Of Becoming A Man • Opuss № I