June 1

He Loves Me He Loves Me Not


He loves me, he loves me not he

Loves me, the white petals tell me

As they drift slowly to the ground

Falling to earth without a sound

Scattered all around, telling me our loves agree


No answer from the yellow core

The flower is useful no more

Have I wasted all its glory

Confirming my own love story

No longer in the garden for bees to adore?


(A Florette #2 Poem)