KnowingA Poem by MoalixFinally getting it..I saw the heart pick the flower as the wind started to blow Then soft cries,listen,distinct,tender eyes tarnished by a woe Petals were counted one by one, He loves me,He loves me not,He loves me Until all but one were plucked Gently the flower was laid to rest,one petal intact "He loves me not." © 2008 MoalixAuthor's Note
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6 Reviews Added on May 6, 2008 Last Updated on May 6, 2008 AuthorMoalixBlink and you'll miss us, OHAboutI am a tall, statuesque beauty. Ha Ha. I love to laugh and smile! I feel everyone should dance in the rain once. If you never forgive you darken your only chance to live! I will try to warm anyones fa.. more..Writing
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