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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Taken on April 17, 2011