Saturday, March 3, 2012

He Loves Me

The petals
Of a rose
Tell a story
All their own
As she sits
And pulls each one free
Asking the question
Of whether or not
He loves me
All but one
Lay on the ground
It all comes down
To that single petal
Her heart begins
To flutter
Her eyes begin
To tear
The beauty
Of the previous night
Still so clear
The man for whom
The petals fall
Snores softly
Next to her
She slowly smiles
And knows
Not from the petals
Of a rose
But deep within
Her being
He loves me


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