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By Natalie Guinn
He loves me,
He loves me not.
So simple to pick apart a flower,
To get your heart’s desire.
So simple and fun,
When you are young,
To sit on the grass in the sun
And have a little summer fun.
A silly little game on a daisy
That everyone believes is crazy.
But maybe, just maybe,
When you grow older,
That sunny, funny little game on a daisy,
Just might turn colder.
“He loves me.”
We laugh, we hang out, we have fun in the sun.
“He loves me not.”
We argue, we part, you break my heart
“He loves me.”
You make me feel better, and you help me through.
We get done together what we need to do.
“He loves me not.”
I make you angry, you make me sad, we hurt each other…
But that’s not bad.
He loves me,
And I love him,
And that’s not something we decided on a whim.
We work it out, we make it through,
Even when we don’t know what to do.
We work together, through good and bad weather,
We help each other and stick together.
It’s not a matter of him or me.
This is a matter that involves We.
We have our faults, yes, it’s true.
But there’s no one I’d rather be
Than me and you.
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