A Flower From Her Lover

by Tamara

'Rose Petals.' photo (c) 2007, Photo4jenifer - license: http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nd/2.0/

She picks a flower from the ground,
begins the same old game.

Plucks a petal, thinks of her best lover:
He loves me.

Next petal plucked, and a question occurs:
He loves me not.

Third petal now and she holds it like hope:
He loves me.

But there’s reason to doubt ’cause she sees her own heart:
He loves me not.

She tries to remember the things that she knows:
He loves me.

It’s no longer a game and she fears the result:
He loves me not.

His stories she’s heard, they promise her good:
He loves me.

But the truth that she sees is she can’t measure up:
He loves me not.

The petals are spent and so is her heart;
she drops the bare stem to the dirt.

But growing beside it,
A perfect new flower.

She plucks a petal, thinks of her best lover:
He loves me.



5 Responses to “A Flower From Her Lover”

  1. Alise February 14, 2013 at 6:18 am #

    It’s good to know that there’s always a fresh flower waiting.

    Love you, dearest.

  2. Leanne Shirtliffe (Ironic Mom) February 14, 2013 at 8:31 am #

    Love this. Love you.

  3. Sarah H. February 17, 2013 at 12:20 pm #

    Beautiful.

  4. Amber February 19, 2013 at 11:18 am #

    For some reason, I thought of the love story of Hosea and Gomer. She moves back and forth, always wavering, never quite sure of if Hosea really loves her. And when her heart is at it’s lowest, when she’s ran away, there he is again. Anew.

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