Counting Love, Losing Count

Petal off— another petal

Three words for one and two for the other

"I love you", "I don't"

"I love you", "I don't"

And my flower's at its end

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Every petal— A new hope

Every sepal—A whimsical

It's not a tale, but my heart’s overflow

Was it nothing or the whisper of a new start?

Another petal; "I love you"

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My love can't be counted over flowers

For inside I know my heart is yours

What if the spikes cut my skin?

I love the RED, even in blood

Your fragrance blooms within my

Soul

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I could hear you say, "I'm all yours";

No wonder that sound was a flow of dream

The last flower; A last Rose

The last petal; I lost the count

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"I love you?" or "I don't?"

A question that would always haunt

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Author's note:

Disclaimer: This poem ain't about me. lol

Just to clarify, this poem isn’t about me! Haha. I came across an image on Pinterest, and it sparked this poem. I couldn't help but write it down—so here it is!