Poetry of John Shaw

      She Loves Me, She Loves Me Not


      She loves me
      she loves me not
      and so I pick the petals off the flower
      hoping not to devour all of its beauty in the doing
      yet pursing each moment more just the same towards an answer
      What a shame to have to deflower such a thing of beauty.
      Still my beating heart dictates it my duty
      to pursue an answer so truly worth knowing,
      and are not flowers forever growing?
      She loves me
      she loves me not


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