He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not Poem by Marcel Aouizerate

He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not



He loves me, he loves me not,
'There are days where Cupid doesn't care, '
And what can anyone do about it?

One says: pluck the daisy,
But it feels more like a merry-go-round
To the kids sitting on the stools.

One can also get dizzy
Standing still, life does that
To the wise and the fools.

Sunday, December 7, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: love
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