In this city of cold pavement and double-breasted suits,
You are those beautiful azaleas on your arm.
An anomaly
Growing through the cement
And bringing color to this gray street.

You are rare
And most definitely sought after.
You are the flowers people want,
But can never find,
And then are forced to settle for roses
While they think of you.

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