In fields of petals, fragile and fair,
A love story whispered through the air.
With each pluck, my heart fluttered in glee,
"He loves me, he loves me not," it would decree.
But fate's cruel hand, like a bitter frost,
Turned vibrant blossoms into dreams lost.
Petals fell, scattered by the wind's disdain,
"He loves me not," echoed the refrain.
In tender moments, hope took its flight,
Love's delicate dance veiled in the night.
Yet my heart clung to each fragile breath,
"He loves me, he loves me not," danced to his death.
The petals wilted, bruised by doubt's embrace,
As tears mingled with memories misplaced.
Once vibrant hues faded to shades of gray,
"He loves me not," whispered every day.
But in the twilight's gentle caress,
I found solace in love's sweet distress.
For in the absence of a lover's vow,
A bloom of strength would rise from the sorrow.
"He loves me not," became my battle cry,
A testament to a love unclaimed, yet why?
For within, a love's seed began to grow,
From the depths of my soul, its radiance would show.
In the tapestry of life, a new chapter unfurled,
"He loves me not," transformed into my world.
For self-love blossomed, unyielding and true,
And in its embrace, a newfound me I grew.
No longer bound by a petal's decree,
I learned to love myself, wild and free.
"He loves me not," no longer held sway,
For I am the sun that brightens my own day.
In the symphony of life, love's song I sing,
With each breath, my heart's melody takes wing.
For in the absence of another's plot,
I found love's true essence in "he loves me not."
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Wow! The amount of detail and imagery that you incorporated into this poem is incredible. I was reading it aloud and I could both imagine the scene as well as truly feel the emotions that the speaker was feeling, starting from being hopelessly in love to becoming free. The journey that the speaker took was a very engaging quest, one that I was glad to be in the passenger's seat for. Most importantly, I enjoyed that you used the common theme of using a flower for "(They) love me. (They) love me not," as it portrays that young, carefree love that all of us, deep down, yearn to have. The ending, though not necessarily expected, was still satisfying, especially since we know that the speaker became happy and started to love themself — a journey that I'm working on right now. Overall, fantastic job on your work, and I definitely see potential with this poem and you as a poet. Keep up the great work!
I'm going through this now with someone and writing about it is helping me heal. Thank you for the comments. It means more than you know. Much love 🧚♀️❤️
I'm sorry that you're having to go through the pain of it. It's a journey, so although it may take a bit, you'll get through it. You're welcome! Much love
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Great patience with the nuances of love and nature-good write …
Thank you
Sad yet beautiful poem I like the positivity in this and the mention of self love 🙂
Lovely words
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