Clover

I remember the day
you braided clover
in my dark hair
and how we laughed
at your technique.
You whispered that
it should be ruby roses
instead of green clover.
But I disagreed,
clover is so promising
to new lovers lost in heaven,
for the chance of finding
a lucky four-leaf clover
is one in a million.
And you, green eyes
covered my braids with them.
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sometimes...even as jaded as I am... I still find hope in the idea of love.