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She loves me....she loves me not....
Love start as an insignificant seed
A wishful prayer,
A tiny fire,
a playful giggle,
or a kindly smile
Friendship buds
a tender understanding
a growing warmth
a gentle trust
She loves me,
the bud opens its first petals to a pair....
of sparkling eyes
with a new passion
that over come all senses
until finally....
a risk is.....
--taken
She loves me not,
The rose,
opens into a beautiful ruby blossom
that screams,
in a joyful manner
everything in the world becomes....undeniable
comeplete and a total
Joy....
The blossom wilts....
the pet----....fades.....
promi----...brok----
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