He loves me,....
and the flower petal falls towards the earth,
a petal of hope...
He loves me not,...
the petal falls downwards,
like a childs first tear of sadness.
He loves me,...
the petal falls... cascading..
like bubbling laughter... at a surprise party..
He loves me not,...
the petal falls, faster...
like a dagger into my heart.
He loves me,...
the petal falls, traipsing along its way..
Hope flows into my mind..
He loves me not,...
the petal falls...
like a final shovel of dirt being placed in the grave.
He loves me,...
the petal falls, lovingly..
hope, dreams, innocence seen..
He loves me not,...
the petal falls... like lightning,..
a stone developing in my soul, and darkness my heart..
He loves me,...
the petal falls, dances,.. sings...
Like the words of the angels..
He loves me not,...
the petal falls...
and falls....
it falls...
like the crushing hand of death..
gripping my heart..
and taking a final squeeze.
Before ending all hope...
the petal falls...
and dies...
~J. Elf AKA Gina N. 1999©