Love? Poem by Daegal

Love?



She loves me, she loves me not,
As some flowers grow, some would rot.
Budding scent of sweet embrace,
Weaved about enchanting space.
Softly calling words of bliss,
Blooming bright go not amiss.

End.

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Daegal

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Doncaster, England
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