He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not Poem by Helen Crutchett

A special day they say...
with flowers and verses delivered
sexy cards with sweet nothings.

To lucky sweethearts', chocolate hearts,
red ribbons, sugary kisses,
whispered on moonlit strolls.

I ponder petulantly plucking petals
Cupid's arrows are sharp and swift
never missing their mark,
turning the driest heart
into a green oasis of love.

He loves me, he loves me not...

Helen Crutchett