He loves me, he loves me not.
He loves me, he loves me not.
I pluck each petal carefully,
taking care not to count too far ahead.
I don’t want to know – not really.
Whilst there are still enough petals
for the secret not to be known,
I crush the daisy underfoot.
He loves me, he loves me not.
That’s his business;
not mine.
He loves me…
moonworld 
Glad to see you back. 😃
Thank you, SOAB. I haven’t really been anywhere – just busy with life. 🙂
Darn that pesky “life” thing! Kinda gets in the way at times. 😃
It could get worse (or better). I’m starting college on 22nd 🙂
Congrats! Yes, that’ll take up some time, but worth it. Good luck! 😃
Nice one, Jane
Thank you, Derrick 🙂
Love this!
Thank you, Dale. Not too brutal?
I couldn’t live with doubt!
Wish this poem had more ‘Like’ buttons. I’d press them all!
Thank you 🙂 I found one here. I pressed it for you.
😊