Love She Does

She loves me

She loves me not

Red petals pass across our feet

Sitting in the dead brown grass

Gazing across the baseball field

While the Sun sets

Orange and yellow specks of light

Seep into her pale face

Warm silhouettes bruise our skin black

The falling sunlight colors her hair red

As rose petals lay soft within

I turn and stare into her eyes

As we embrace the night

Her eyes pop green shinning in the street lights

I silently pick whispers from her thoughts

Her face then blushes

And a crease marks her face, creating a beautiful smile

Her lips are perfect

A luscious rose gold crafted by God’s angels

While their wings blow icy air against our backs

She squeezes me tighter every time the wind howls

And I squeeze her back

Hoping to hold on to this memory forever

My main concern that I’ll forget her

Like a rose in a snowstorm

She might be a dying silent thought

Which dwells deep in the back of my mind

Where whispers are never heard

And birds never chirp

And sunshine's are just thunderstorms

And big dreams are just lost desires

But for right now I’ll stay in the moment

Dripping drops of tears on each petal

Holding on to my rose saying

She loves me

She loves me not.