"He loves me, he loves me not."
I silently ponder as I pluck
the petals in unabashed wonder.
"He loves me, he loves me not."
He'd told me many times and yet
it always felt as if he was
reading lines.
I plucked, "He loves me."
His smiles never felt real.
His kisses never made my
heart flutter. His embraces
never felt warm.
I plucked, "He loves me not."
~~~
HOLA MUNDOS!
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