Remember when we were younger,
the many games we used to play,
when we were young, and sweet and innocent,
just to pass the the time away?
Those times when all the boys and girls
were just playing on swings and such
and the attractions hadn't started yet
or hadn't been noticed much.
Then all of a sudden that seemed to change
as we all became more aware,
the boys of girls, and the girls of boys
and the attractions that were there.
And once that started happening,
the games we played changed, too,
the boys would start with teasing the girls,
it's just something we would do.
And the girls, they started huddling
and talking about the boys,
which ones were hot and which were not,
and we all began our little ploys
to attract the ones we thought were cute,
the one's we seemed to like,
the ones that stuck within our minds
when the days turned into nights.
And we'd often play one other game,
as puppy love set in,
we would pick ourselves a Daisy
and with it we'd begin
to pull the petals one by one
from the Daisy in our grasp,
saying "she loves me and she loves me not"
'til we were down to one at last.
And if it didn't happen to turn out right,
the way we wanted it to,
we'd pull ourselves another one,
and we'd simply start anew,
'til there was but a single petal left,
with "she loves me" next in place,
and joy would enter into our hearts
and put a smile upon our face.
But those days are far behind us now,
though those questions arise again
when that very special lady
happens to enter the hearts of men.
And too old we are for those Daisies,
or the joys that they once brought,
for even a petal pulling marathon
would all be done for naught
when we face that age old question
that has plagued the hearts of men,
of "she loves me or she loves me not",
and will this heart be broken once again.
So all we can do is hope and pray,
pulling petals in our minds,
hoping the love you have and hold for her
will not be left behind,
and that in time those words will finally come
from this woman you've come to know
and bring the joy that final petal pulled
brought so many years ago.
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Adding your comment:
This poem is so true many can relate. Man I wish He would have picked this one.Brat he is.
this is beautiful and passionate in your heart.
