The Scandalous thoughts

Love me not

Sitting alone in his garden,the  gardener sighed..

The naughty flowers smiled at him..

Some petals fell on him,as he smiled forgetting his frown for a moment..

Then he looked at the flowers..

Asking them the obvious question..

Does she love me?

Does she think of me?

Does she feels me?

Does she miss me?

As he watered them,just like every day of his..

The naughty plants of his played with him..

Some nodded yes,some nodded no..

Some remained calm..

Just the lonely gardener kept talking..

His words,only her..

In his anger,he seeked her..

In his quiteness he seeked her..

In his smiles,he seeked her..

In his tears,he seeked her..

In his heartache he seeked her..

In his solitude,he seeked her..

In his every moment,he seeked her,only her..

In his every flower,he saw her..

In his every existence he felt her..

Her tears,he cried..

Her screams,he screamed..

Her pain,he felt..

Just,does she love me,or love me not..

This question,remained a question..