Petals of Love

'Could this ever be real?"

 

How will I know

If he’s thinking of me?

I wonder if he knows

Wherever he is, is where I want to be.

 

How will I know

How he really feels?

He’s the one

Who makes this feel so real.

 

How am I to know

What goes on in his heart?

Does he think of me

When we’re apart?

 

What is he thinking

When he looks at me and smiles?

Does he know that to get to him

I would travel a million miles?

 

Does he know how I feel

When he looks into my eyes?

I love those eyes of his -

Blue as the skies.

 

I look at the flower in my hand.

“He loves me not.  He loves me,”

I chant as I pick the petals off one by one

Trying hard to believe.

 

I wish I knew

What goes through his head

When we’re cuddle up

Alone in bed.

 

I want him to love me

But yet I’m not sure if I do.

He makes me so happy

And yet he makes me feel so blue.

 

I get to the end

Of my poor little flower,

And let it fall

In a petal shower.

“He loves me.

He loves me not.”

By Cupid’s arrow

I have been shot.

 

Picking up the petals

I throw them up in the air.

I see him standing across the room

And run to meet him there.

 

But I stop short

Because I don’t know how he feels.

Could this thing between us

Ever be ‘real’?

 

Copyright©JosieWentzel30July-06August2008

 

Reviews

[poet2angels (lynda)]

Lovely rhyme and flow
Ty for entering

Lynda