he loves me...he loves me not...
love starts as an insignificant seed.
a wishful prayer,
a tiny fire,
a playful giggle,
a rosy blush,
a risky wink,
or a kindly smile.

he loves me... he loves me not...
friendship buds.
a tender understanding
a growing warmth
a gentle trust.

he loves me... he loves me not...
the bud opens its first petals to a pair of sparkling eyes.
which twinkle with a new passion.
a passion that overcomes all sense until finally
a risky chance
taken.

he loves me... he loves me not...
he rose opens into a
beutiful, ruby blossom.
everything else in the world becomes
lost in a crazy, wild nonsense
a happy oblivion of exhileration
complete and total
joy.

a sweet, innocent kiss
in the moonlight
seals the mutual promises
of never-ending love.
cherish.
honor.
protect.
forever...or until

the blossom wilts
and the petals fade
and promises break
but the memories
of sunlight and blue sky
remain fragrant
preserved in the petals
of sachets
stuffed in the back of you sock drawer
and your heart.
 
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