She loves me, she loves me not,
she loves me not, she loves me,
she loves me, she loves me not,
she loves me not, she loves me.
There, there, now, sigh, she loves me.
Sent me a good night hug, she did, she did.
Broke my heart she did, in the best way.
Sent my new friend tears with gentle hug, I did.
Soft touch of virtual cheeks then
with a light kiss, retiring with a smile.
Up early next morning thinking of her,
writing a few more lines, softly sighing.
. . . then no-petaled flower slowly fell
to softest carpet of forest floor.
Now set again to search for lost petals
stopping only to quietly weep against a tree
somewhere near lost glen found so long ago . . .
--9/7/07
Autobiographical, poetic commentary emphasizing compassion,
ones search for truth &
that which cannot be found except from within…
Consider well the altruism found here (to the great chagrin of 'detractors').
©Copyright 2006-2022 by RK, Planetary Poet Laureate (of the end time)
Friday, September 7, 2007
No-petaled flower

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