Beautiful flowers
Red, my favorite
Daisy petals too tempting
Not to pluck
A fortune to tell,
A future to ponder
Each crimson blade
Aimed at my soul
Cupid’s true arrow
Or love’s cruel dagger
One by one, bringing
Hope or despair
Joy or misery
Ecstasy or pain
The outcome a mystery
Once begun
Cannot be interrupted
Once decided
Cannot be undone
The arrows cannot be returned
To Cupid’s quiver
The daggers cannot be withdrawn
From my heart
They cannot be recounted
What is done, is done
The fates have chosen
This won’t be pretty
He loves me not
Heartless bastage!
Thin spiral notebook 
This: “Each crimson blade
Aimed at my soul
Cupid’s true arrow
Or love’s cruel dagger”
is amazing. You did a lot here.
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I just love how your pictures and your words are always teamed together so perfectly.
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this is magnificent.
Magnificent.
I read it 3 times and still find it, well, MAGNIFICENT!
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Loved this piece. Your words get right into it and and wring out every emotion.
Thanks for sharing.
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Loved the line with the quiver and not removing daggers. And I learned a new word. Bastages! Must add to vocabulary. Nicely done!
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I like this Tara, good work.
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haha bastages!
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How could he NOT??
Simply unfathomable.
=)
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oh Tara, I stopped to read this from my email feed and crumbled.
that last line is perfect, so PRETTY in its ugliness and hurt.
“The arrows cannot be returned to Cupid’s quiver’
Oh how I loved that line.
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I love the “Johnny Dangerously” reference – in fact, I love the whole piece. So very well done, you.
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I should have used ‘fargin’ bastage,’ but I ran out of words.
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