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Free online greeting card maker or poetry art generator. Create free custom printable greeting cards or art from photos and text online. Use PoetrySoup's free online software to make greeting cards from poems, quotes, or your own words. Generate memes, cards, or poetry art for any occasion; weddings, anniversaries, holidays, etc (See examples here). Make a card to show your loved one how special they are to you. Once you make a card, you can email it, download it, or share it with others on your favorite social network site like Facebook. Also, you can create shareable and downloadable cards from poetry on PoetrySoup. Use our poetry search engine to find the perfect poem, and then click the camera icon to create the card or art.



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Picked a Petal
Remember that game of: "He loves me, he loves me not?" Picking those pretty white petals, wishing and hoping...... Anticipating that last pull.... like a wheel of fortune card, hoping for loves me instead of loves me not. With no happy ending really, because either way..... (you knew the reasons and you knew the fantasy could be forever) When the reality was, never at all. Loves me meant: Loves me from afar..... Loves me not meant: Loves me conditionally..... So- I chanced it. I picked a flower the other day... But it only had two petals. You see..... Choosing love doesnt happen..... Love? Well, it chooses us. I remembered that as I caught a tear that had fallen from my chin... with the next drop landing on the little yellow center. I watched as my tear silently soaked into the bud of the now bare flower, ripped of all it's beauty. Humbly, I smiled..... ....and I knew.... What love's beauty was. Loves me or loves me not didn't matter much anymore..... Because, love found me.... in a small way. And just to know I was loved, at least once, at least for one second, or a minute or a year........ By you. Was the best love of all........
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