They Love Me Not

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Alina Anon, 2024
Acrylic on Canvas
39 x 39 inches

In a field of daisies, I sit and ponder,
The petals in my hand, I begin to wonder,
With each pluck, a question arises,
Love me they love me not, my heart surmises.

I hold the first petal, my hopes held high,
Love me, I whisper, with a heartfelt sigh,
But as it falls, my heart skips a beat,
They love me not, the truth I must meet.

Undeterred, I pluck another with care,
Love me they love me not, the question in the air,
I close my eyes, willing it to be,
Love me, oh love me, let it be the key.

The petal falls, and my heart sinks low,
Love me not, the answer’s bittersweet flow,
But still, I pluck another, determined to see,
Love me they love me not, the uncertainty.

With each petal’s fall, my heartstrings tug,
Love me, I pray, with a silent hug,
But as the final petal finds its place,
Love me not, it reveals, a bitter embrace.

Yet amidst the petals scattered on the ground,
A realization within me starts to resound,
For in the quest for love’s fickle delight,
I find self-love, burning ever so bright.

So love me they love me not, it matters not now,
For within my own heart, I’ve learned how,
To embrace myself, with love so true,
And in that love, find the strength to renew.

No longer reliant on petals or fate,
I embrace my worth, for it’s never too late,
To love myself, wholly and unconditionally,
For in that love, lies the ultimate key.