"I love you" is all that's said, nothing else spoken, nothing else replied, maybe just a comment that's just gone by.
Is love but a game? Maybe an alien, or a puzzle?
All seriousness and despair in lovers mind, "He loves me not? Or just cannot decide?"
Thoughts go haywire as silence ensued, "He does not love me, or was it too soon?"
Picking up flower upon flower on the path to him, plucking each petal asking, "He loves me? He loves me not? He..."
His mind in all but confusion and despair, "What shall I tell her? Hurt her now? Or tell her truth later?"
Slowly walks away hurt and surprised, he does not tell her a thing on his mind,
Only thing left, were two minds and hearts, broken and in despair.
