He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not

Written by: Sandy Mason

                    Petals fall golden in hue,

                    one by one soft to the touch.

                    Baskets of flowered hope end
                    in sad "he love's me not."

                    Laughing and running,

                    over love's broken glass.

                    Prism dreams are shattered

                    black and white.

                    Dawn awakens to bid goodbye

                    to the night's yawn. 

                    The robin's cheery song is full of woe.
                    Love that was given was stripped

                    and now stands naked and alone, 

                    clothed only by the sun's warmth.
                    Left with nothing more than a yarn

                    of tangled thoughts.

Contest Entry for First Love Poem