He Loves Me Not

Picking petals one by one
he loves me

Memories of times with him
twirl quietly through my mind
falling softly with each tear
he loves me not

The velvet touch lingers
the scent of yesterday
words of love inflame passion
he loves me

Before the dreams faded
when laughter was alive
and my soul,

before he uttered

he loves me not

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He loves me not

A contest entry

Feelings At Present. by Poetryintheblood. 625 points, ended November 17, 2008, 16 entries
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By me, right now

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Beautiful Irony
January 5

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Love it. I love the whole thing, the idea and the piece. I love the way you use a really common occurrence (the picking at the flower) and make it original. I love the way the whole thing just pushes you towards the inevitable ending of "before he uttered/he loves me not". The repetition of "he loves me" and "he loves me not" works extremely, extremely well. I love the form you chose, it works incredibly well, and your description is just superb.
Brilliant write.
- januaryrain
  January 5
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  Thank you, I've picked many petals off a flower with the hope that the last petal will be "he loves me", but alas it never is.
- - Beautiful Irony
    January 5
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    I know that feeling!
penman
January 1
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Excellent
Very touching and powerful. Thank you for sharing.
Poetryintheblood
November 17, 2008
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Thank you for your most heartfelt entry Josie
Puppydog
November 16, 2008

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BEAUTIFUL!!!
Love sure is up and down so much these days Todays people for the most part have forgotten the emotions of the heart.'s