Petals In the Wind
She loves me, she loves me not
Drifting gone one by one
I pluck away my many thoughts
Heart strings play scarlet skyward loft
Are petals rose forever lost?
So gentle into minstral wind
Or a prisoner of love escaping off
Thus, once, twice, thrice again
How shall I ever know…?
The person that you are
Amid this whirlwind of to and fro
In continued passions from afar
Quell my heart from its bitter swell
And allow true assurances to begin
Appease the soft June petals fall
To turn around in wayward winds
Alas, upon their return, amends
To this man of yearning
Evermore than merely friends
To accent the wildflowers blooming
By Michael G. Smith 2013
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