She Loves Me, She Loves Me Not
She loves me, she loves me not--
the love struck game is tug of war,
a flower stripped of human lies.
All the petals she never caught
lay curled upon a dampened bough,
a lavish garden within them dies.
Yet she loves him more each day
and each night that praises darkness,
for mystery burns deep in her eyes.
And yet she loves him not so true--
a key to her everything simply tossed,
waiting patiently to kiss her skies.
Yes or No bounces off their walls--
now time for hundreds of collisions
and decisions that they would revise.
Time itself is punished for its form--
as their love could withstand seconds,
minutes, hours forever in a disguise.
So does she love him? you may decide,
but know a valley of daisies have died.
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