Daily Prompt: Secret Admirers

You return home to discover a huge flower bouquet waiting for you, no card attached. Who is it from — and why did they send it to you?

via Google Images
via Google Images

Sweet smell of roses, thorns have been cut

wrapped in an ornament, by my apartment window it sat

no special occasion, I think, no event to celebrate

it must have been hours, poor thing just waits…


Tired, I must be, from crawling firmaments and towers

Web of confusion and uncertainty, questions despite my pow’rs

“Where must these come from, no idea my sirs

But the thought one admires me, happy feeling it stirs!”


Aunt May may have sent these, but she’s got no time, she’s busy

Harry must have thanked me, but needs are abound in his company

Oh Gwen, she must miss me, my only love, my only one

But really, everyone loves me! your friendly neighborhood, Spider-Man!



I have no idea really, but whoever sent these, thanks!  – Peter


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