She woke one morning,
Sun pouring in,
Streaks of light shining along her floor
A smile creeps into her face
She squints and looks around.
The sheets fall away,
She takes a deep breathe,
The smell of morning dew.
On her table waiting by a note,
A single flower with promise.
Promise of love, hope and eternal faith.
She sighs and lifts it to her face.
The smell so sweet and the colour so bright.
The stem so soft, the petals of velvet.
She picks them one by one.
"He loves me...He loves me not."
She puts the flower down,
Reads the note.
"He loves me."
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