Thursday, March 16, 2006
for delon,
with love
serene.
When I was young
I used to play silly games
To find out if he loves me not.
Delicate petals revealing my fragile secrets
Anticipating the charmed one
If he was love
Occasionally
My foolish antics uncover hope
That spells lasting
And so I thought.
That day
I experienced serendipity
A beautiful coincidence
No longer did I have to play
This game of mine
For
he was called love.
I chant
He loves me
He loves me not.
It was
He loves me so.
Here @ 11:29 am Anonymous
