Loves me. Loves me not.

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It’s like I met myself
Like I knew me for the first time
Like I’d been there before
Deja vu of sensing there’s more.

That moment
We admired the flowers
Underneath dancing spring showers
Every petal bequeathed our love
The garden of rising above.

Perfect formation
Fully blossomed elation
Turned toward forever
Betting on loves me
Loves me not
Never.

We remembered the thorns
Hearts scattered torn
When love was out of season
Living lost its reason
Homage to our longing
Roses too need belonging.

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