Loves Me, Loves Me Not

Pluck a petal and count it out
In wishes of what comes about

Love is a hurtful thing
It spins in a fiery ring

Loves me, loves me not
Tearing stems from its knot

As whispers read the incantation
The final one falls in desperation

Recalling the calculation
Takes another daisy with elation

Best two out of three
There must be love for me


14 thoughts on “Loves Me, Loves Me Not

      1. well…that’s a sad part. The reason why I keep coming to your corner to make my sad days brighter πŸ™‚ at least they can make a heart flutter .Have a great day too. Hope you well.

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