She loves me (yes!) she loves me not (oh no!)
She does love me, (the petals tell it true),
Another pull: she loves me not (please no!)
A few more left, the end I’ll surely rue.
She loves me (as my expectations rise),
She loves me not (I know it can’t be right),
She loves me (still, again, I fear surprise),
She loves me not (my heart betrays my fright).
(At last) the last, soft, petal-tug replayed…
She loves me, yes, she loves me, still today!
These lovely flowers were amid the blooms in our 50th wedding anniversary bouquets. After all these years, I need not depend on the wisdom of the flowers or the luck of the draw to confirm that my loves, does, indeed, love me. Truth be told, I didn’t need it 50 years ago either. Some truths are timeless, I guess.
Indeed, when you know true love you just know it. Those who have it are the luckiest peop,e in the world
Yes, and the flower always seems to confirm our heart’s true desire.