ROMANCE Poem: Flower Pedals, by Kerith Collins

Where all great love stories begin;
Walking…
Strolling…
Breathing…
Nerves…
Young hearts are always nervous.
Damn my young heart!
Damn my beating heart!
He likes me…
He likes me not…
He likes me…
Damn, I hope he likes me.
Where are my flower petals?
Proof of love’s true heart.
Where are my flower petals?
Faltering and fluttering,
Unsteady as my hand.
Will it be worth it?
Will his hand be worth holding?

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