It wasn't a fight--wasn't even a loud argument--
Just harsh words and hurt feelings
But it cut deep so fast.
He left, slammed the door--
She started to cry--
Little did she know--
His tears were being shed also--
For they loved each other!
He drove into town and got to the Florist
just as owner was locking the door.
He said, "Sir, I need a rose--
"your reddest, biggest rose in the store.
I need to tell my beloved that I'm sorry."
He drove straight as an arrow.
As he turned onto her block--
a man, driving like a maniac
(drunk, had fight with wife),
crashed into his car.