A Little Game--Reverse
He loves me, he loves me not
Repeated over and over
Petals plucked and tossed to the wind
A little game played by a hopeful heart
Laughing at herself all the while
In the first blush of romance
Hoping for any small sign
From the garden a daisy picked
After a magical evening spent
Sun shining brightly
Copyright © Barbara Gorelick | Year Posted 2013
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