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Petaled Heart

Posted on by Jeanne

He loves me
He loves me
What becomes of a broken heart
the forgiving of others
the turning away?

Where to begin my story? The ending is quite clear. The present state of affairs is wiped clean and a kinder, gentler, loving world appears. A fairy tale or truth?

If my heart were petaled, once upon a time, one petal was despair, another pain. Then to equalize my experience, a random lock of love would please my mind. This may sound reasonable. But it remains unbearable. Life becomes a game.

My petaled heart cries “He loves me. He loves me.” It can be no other way.

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