General Poetry posted May 3, 2020

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a love poem

Little Red-haired Girl

by Bill Schott

He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not Contest Winner 

Your memory still finds me,
even as decades fall between us;
long, orange hair that feels like love
frames your speckled cheeks and chin.

We share my sandwich at school,
for you have no lunch to eat;
never a lunch, but always hungry.

One day you stay at home.
You are sick...
still sick...
still sick all summer.

You are my first love.
I know it from the loss I still feel
after sixty years.


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Write a love poem. It can be humorous, romantic or spiritual.

He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not
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