She loves me, she loves me not

How many petals will it take?

“She loves me, she loves me not”

 

 

 

“She loves me, she loves me not”

 

Petal by small white petal I ask

of this delicate bloom I now hold in my hand

Yellow face peering up at me as if it wants to answer

in only a way that will make me happy

 

“She loves me, she loves me not”

 

But does it know the answer I seek,

for I do want her to love me, like she loves the flowers,

the ocean and sipping tea by twilight music

filling the tree lined silhouettes with melodies of enchantment

 

“She loves me, she loves me not”

 

Two more petals fall to the ground,

creating elongated oval patterns about my feet

like ivory snow flakes flittering in the sun,

staring up at me with questions of their own

 

“She loves me, she loves me not”

 

Maybe I will whisper my desires,

allowing them to flow on the wind,

absorbed by nature, dispersed upon the beauty,

in hopes this earthly decoration might understand

 

“She loves me, she loves me not”

 

As nature offers her wonders, she too brings them

In perfectly presented symmetrical fashion

for I see there are only four petals remaining,

the count stays even

 

“She loves me, she loves me not”

 

Oh poor flower, shedding petals like tears,

do they flood your core as they do my heart

Fear not my petite friend, for I stand in a field

of your brothers and sisters

 

“She loves me, she loves me not”

 

I shall pick another tender bloom

to follow my quest,

though unlike nature, I have no rules to follow

and I shall begin this time

 

“She loves me not, she loves me”

 

 

Author's Note

Thank you for reading

Reviews

[icelandicblue]

Brilliant solution! We need not be victims but victors. All we need to to is be creative which we all know you are. Thanks for the smile.

[Jack...]

Thanks so much my sweet friend.

[Kristin Lee]

Adorable. Totally made me think about playing in the pasture as a kid, picking wild flowers, and playing this very game "he loves me, he loves me not."

[Jack...]

yep, sometimes it takes a lot of daisies to get the answer you seek. Thank you Kristen.

[Kwiksie Ifediora]

Oh this is an amazing poem! Brrilliant even. :') (yes yes, that is a tear on my smiley...one of joy tho.) hehe
As it is, i've typed and backspaced about four sentences now, over and over. I really don't know how best to sum my appreciation of this lovely piece.

i always used to wonder the point in this exercise; cus as far as i was concerned, the flowers were biased and dreaded there becoming an us.
Now we know how to outsmart them. ;)
One of my favorite yet. Thanks for sharing!

P.s: I think my favorite line was the last.

[Jack...]

Thank you so very much my friend. I am happy you enjoyed this and happy we have figured out a way to outsmart Mother Nature. :)

[Vikrantsingh]

Aha! this is simply amazing Jack you got my saying after every line - She loves me not, she loves me
simply stunning ;)

"Oh poor flower, shedding petals like tears,
do they flood your core as they do my heart
Fear not my petite friend, for I stand in a field
of your brothers and sisters"
She loves me, she loves me not”
I shall pick another tender bloom
to follow my quest,
though unlike nature, I have no rules to follow
and I shall begin this time
“She loves me not, she loves me”

Great work my friend :)
- Singh :)

[Jack...]

Thank you so much my friend. Happy you found some happiness in my words.

[TL Boehm]

Dear Jack, how many petal coiffed beauties will lose their blooming lives before peace is rendered in the final tug of hope?
Oh poor flower, shedding petals like tears,
do they flood your core as they do my heart
Fear not my petite friend, for I stand in a field
of your brothers and sisters
I love that part - and the resolution of the start over 'she loves me not, she loves me'
an excellent poem. I'll refrain from teasing you about my child hood memories of flower games I used to play - only out of respect and because I've already picked on you on another write. this was bliss

[Jack...]

Thanks so much Tammy, and you can pick on me all you want. :)

[Baby Ricochet]

Beautiful meter and flow. Jack you are a true Bard

[Jack...]

Thank you sir. I appreciate it my friend.

[prachi prangya agasti]

lovely poem... loved the flow again and written so brilliantly...liked a lot!

[Jack...]

Thank you so much Prachi. I enjoy your visits.

[Angi]

I can't wait for the day when I click on your latest work and see that headline (I know, hope, wish it is coming) boldly written across the top of your page. SHE LOVES ME! This mystery woman must be some special woman! Angi~

[Jack...]

What on earth do you mean my dear friend? It might just be you. :)

Thanks for the great smile you have brought to my face this morning and thank you for being such a good friend.

[Angi]

Ha! My husband just growled. Heh heh! Have a great day, Jack.

[Jack...]

Still smiling here...even broader.

[Angel]

LOL...I think we've all done that. Funny, that we should ask the innocent daisy, when it is the rose who is the blossom of love. But the rose keeps her dusky secrets...while the innocent daisy has nothing to hide.
Lovely write, my Sweet Talk

[Jack...]

Thank you so much, you are correct, poor daisies...but, that just the way it goes. :) Thanks again my sweet friend.

[Nkosana B Masuku]

it is no doubt you truly are a great writer Jack.Loved this heartfelt masterpiece.

[Jack...]

Thanks so much my friend. Just having a little fun with this one.

[Nkosana B Masuku]

you welcome