Petal Love

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Petal love, delicate as the budding clouds above sweet heads.
Looking to meaningless shapes for advice.
An oval; he loves me.
A circle; he loves me not.
Floating on the wind like a boat upon the sea,
the breeze carries sweet summer secrets.
A sun kissing freckles on the cheeks of young dream lovers.
Sending warmth down tenter spines.
Like a plant is fed by sun, love is fed with soul.
There are no circles in Petal Love, only an oval.





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