If counting petals would’ve earned me,
I’d have a trophy by now,
Each petal of a blush pink rose,
Cries out hoarse,
He loves me,
He loves me not,
Sparing any heartache,
I let the pink rose blush its way straight,
Into my heart.
Acknowledgements :- Thank you Whimsygizmo aka De Jackson for hosting Quadrille at dVerse. Today’s challenge was to include, “heart” in a 44 word poem. For rules please refer here. Thank you all for stopping by and reading.