He loves me... He loves me not...
Love starts as a wishful prayer, an insignificant seed.
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 gently trust.
*
He loves me... He loves me not...
The bud opens it's 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 is
Taken.
*
He loves me... He loves me not...
The rose opens into a
Beautiful, ruby blossom.
Everything else in the world becomes
Lost in a crazy, wild nonsense
A happy oblivion of exhilaration
Complete and total
Joy.
*
A sweet, innocent kiss
In the moonlight
Seals the mutual promises
Of never-ending fidelity.
Cherish.
Honor.
Protect.
Forever... Or until.
*
The blossom wilts,
And the petals fade,
And the promises break,
But the memories
Of sunlight and blue sky
Remain fragrant
Preserved in the petals
Of sachets
Stuffed in the back of your sock drawer
And your heart.
-Molly Day