| She Loves Me, She Loves Me Not As he picked the wild daisy he knew he was crazy for she loves me, she loves me not was something he hadn�t ever done As he walked slowly and petals fell tears began in his eyes to swell for he was uncertain if he wanted an answer to a question on such a sunny day he was slow to count and careful to pull the petal off in such a way that the answer he mustn�t allow his heart to sway He thought of her and of their fate as a petal fell he�d hesitate making sure that each one fell to proper time and in his mind he thought of her and how like the petal how he himself had fell in love...with her in time Surmised to himself that if nothing else his remembrance of her sometimes lost in blur would now be in focus and the answer he�d await like the dance to the dancer another petal would fall as she danced vividly across his mind he'd recall her smell while another petal softly fell No longer would he guess as this flower would attest an answer to a question he had pondered and wondered over and over in his mind and as the last petal got closer he knew he would somehow find closure, with the answer a simple way, today, he would know in a few moments in time And as the last petal softly fell the eyes began to quickly swell tears made him so blind he'd find the past like the present he could not begin to see for the flower had spoken and although it was only a token he cried�as he whispered�"she loves me" Copyright �-2001 Dennis Hicks |
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