FLOWER GIRL | ST. VALENTINE

THE GREATEST LOVE STORIES BEGIN AND END WITH YOU

He loves, he loves me not,

A dying circle as the petals dance to the beat of the wind

Kissing the floor with the hopes of reincarnation,

Why can’t you say you love me?

Stolen glances, feeble touches, shy words,

All a non-standing declaration or not.

He loves me, he loves me not,

Says the girl with the basket full of petals,

To lay at her foot; a wreath for his love,

Why is your love not enough?

Puppy eyes, feeble gifts, soft remarks.

In the name of declarations.

I love me, I love me not,

Staring at the freshly withered petals,

A reminder of what was,

How hard could it be? To love oneself?

Cold heart, hard eyes, poker face,

In this game called love.

I love you, I love you not,

A fresh nosegay of roses,

A promise to hold and cherish,

How sweet are the fragrances of self-love?

Passionate words, honest conscience, accepting eyes,

Soon to be The declaration.

\”Don’t let what he wants eclipse what you need. He’s very dreamy, but he is not the sun, you are.\” – Christina Yang

Happy February 14th!!

Stay Shining

Poetry & Photography: The Blackscribbler

Model: Bridget