{"id":1527,"date":"2015-03-14T00:39:24","date_gmt":"2015-03-14T00:39:24","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.writingsinrhyme.com\/?p=1527"},"modified":"2015-03-14T02:53:51","modified_gmt":"2015-03-14T02:53:51","slug":"she-loves-me-not-the-dandelion-said","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/she-loves-me-not-the-dandelion-said\/","title":{"rendered":"She Loves Me Not, The Dandelion Said"},"content":{"rendered":"<blockquote><p>&#8220;Elle m&#8217;aime un peu, non, pas du tout&#8221;<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<address>The game of blowing on a dandelion stating does the object of your affections love you or not is of French origion, with the phrase above &#8220;She loves me a little \/ not at all&#8221;&#8230; the poem below is based on the phrase&#8230;<\/address>\n<p><span class=\"embed-youtube\" style=\"text-align:center; display: block;\"><iframe loading=\"lazy\" class=\"youtube-player\" width=\"660\" height=\"372\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/kEovMAnOOCI?version=3&#038;rel=1&#038;showsearch=0&#038;showinfo=1&#038;iv_load_policy=1&#038;fs=1&#038;hl=en-GB&#038;autohide=2&#038;wmode=transparent\" allowfullscreen=\"true\" style=\"border:0;\" sandbox=\"allow-scripts allow-same-origin allow-popups allow-presentation allow-popups-to-escape-sandbox\"><\/iframe><\/span><\/p>\n<p>Dandelion bloom in hand I took<br \/>\nThe question I asked, blew, the florets shook<br \/>\nThe only flight of florets that I got<br \/>\nWas when I said the words: &#8220;She loves me not&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>I blew again, as all men do,<br \/>\nAs hard as I could blow<br \/>\nBut when I said she maybe loves a little<br \/>\nNo florets from it would blow<\/p>\n<p>But a gentle breeze ruffled the leaves<br \/>\nAs I repeated she loves me not at all<br \/>\nThe florets together in unison blew<br \/>\nHigher as lower my heart did fall.<\/p>\n<p>With stem in hand, and broken dreams<br \/>\nCast with the florets in the skies<br \/>\nFor the Oracle of love, Dandelion<br \/>\nPassions Sage, knows all and never lies.<\/p>\n<figure id=\"attachment_1528\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-1528\" style=\"width: 1266px\" class=\"wp-caption alignnone\"><a href=\"http:\/\/www.writingsinrhyme.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/03\/Dandelion-The-Oracle-of-Love.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/www.writingsinrhyme.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/03\/Dandelion-The-Oracle-of-Love.jpg\" alt=\"Dandelion - The Oracle of Love\" width=\"1266\" height=\"460\" class=\"size-full wp-image-1528\" srcset=\"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/03\/Dandelion-The-Oracle-of-Love.jpg 1266w, https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/03\/Dandelion-The-Oracle-of-Love-300x109.jpg 300w, https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/03\/Dandelion-The-Oracle-of-Love-1024x372.jpg 1024w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 1266px) 100vw, 1266px\" \/><\/a><figcaption id=\"caption-attachment-1528\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">Dandelion &#8211; The Oracle of Love<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&#8220;Elle m&#8217;aime un peu, non, pas du tout&#8221; The game of blowing on a dandelion stating does the object of your affections love you or not is of French origion, with the phrase above &#8220;She loves me a little \/ not at all&#8221;&#8230; the poem below is based on the &#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_feature_clip_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false},"categories":[145],"tags":[653,1717,1715,1718,1719,1720,1716,17],"class_list":["post-1527","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-love-poems","tag-dandelion","tag-dandelion-love-poem","tag-poem-on-dandelion","tag-she-loves-me","tag-she-loves-me-not","tag-she-loves-me-she-loves-me-not","tag-the-oracle-of-love","tag-unrequited-love","column","twocol"],"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p7EI4f-oD","jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"jetpack-related-posts":[{"id":425,"url":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/love-letter-from-a-dandelion-to-the-butterfly\/","url_meta":{"origin":1527,"position":0},"title":"Love Letter from a Dandelion to the  Butterfly","author":"Tom\u00e1s \u00d3 C\u00e1rthaigh","date":"5th May 2013","format":false,"excerpt":"Butterfly, dancing in the breeze, You fly, only yourself to please, Flutter, each boom to tease, Carry on your dance at your ease. 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