She loves me, She loves me not
He held the flower over
her as she lay in the cool grass,
its petals gossamer in the sunlight,
almost disappearing in translucency.
“Shall I begin?” he teased as he
reached to pull a delicate petal
from its base.
“No!” she said with a knowing smile
and reached for his hand.
“She definitely loves you.
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