Like a girl I pull a petal
eagerly waiting the answer
“He loves me
He loves me not
He…”
I pulled the petals
from the flower of love
What did they say?
He loves me…
My eyes through their window you could see
Lips that sang under yours
Calderon of desire
He loves me not…
A trick of the petals I see
but they will not get the better of me
He…
Who was given the petal?
I would like to know!
It cannot last
Why does one petal make the difference?
Passion in the night
Empty embrace is in the dawn – indifference
He loves me…
He
loves
me
NOT
Fair thee well petal
I shall find new discovery in
the fragrant petal of
He
Loves
Me
Photo “He loves me not” L. Moon copyright 2011
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Thank you for visiting Moondustwriter. One of the many exciting things I've had the honor of doing is writing with an E. African team that is developing elementary curriculum for African children. As a writer, it is a thrill to help children (on all continents) who want to learn.
I've been part of the blogging community for more than 10 years. Some old timers may remember the award winning (2011 Twitter Shorty ) blog community - One Stop Poetry. I was the co-producer of that fast growing blog community.
I am a published writer, poet, artist and photographer. I have written, as well as edited, for periodicals, radio, blogs and fellow writers.
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penned in moon dust 
Put all those petals
in a cauldron
steep up some love brew
then the flowers
will ensure
he’ll always love you.
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ha. the bold words make it so sad…
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Ah..love the poem in the poem.:-)
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Petals don’t last but love certainly can. 🙂
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Love thyself–but not way too much,
In positive manner,
And love will appear, to join as such
In all your splendid blissfulness.
PEACE!
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The cauldron of love..how true is that. And one single petal determining the fate of love is eerie..
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