Loves me, loves me not

My heart was split, and a flower appeared” – Solomon

my broken heart cries within

silent regrets undoing time

our past in a dream sublime.

Forget-Me-Nots in my tonic and gin

its magical elixir clings to my lips.

embraced emotions weep in my eyes

love, intoxicating, grows with each sip

only sweet hellos and no goodbyes


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102 thoughts on “Loves me, loves me not

  1. This take me back 8 years ago when I was a chairperson of a book club and every weekend we would have poetry sessions. Magical. Thanks for the piece of cake

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