He loves me,
He loves me not.
Do I go with what I feel,
or what I've been taught?
Would it make a difference,
or is it all the same?
Who do I love?
And what's in a name?
These are the thoughts
that run through my head
as I watch the petals fall.
And the petals fall to the ground
as steady as my heart beat pounds.
So not very steady at all.
Roses say 'I love you',
and lilacs, 'Do you still love me?'
But what does my flower believe?
Well?
Does He love me?
I question these things
while the wind picks up
and blows my petals out to sea.
And I thought I heard them sigh,
as they turned away from me.
What a silly game!
Casting lots to see where hearts lie.
Looking for shapes
in an overcast sky.
So wether He loves me,
or He loves me not;
If I love Him little,
or I love Him a lot;
Dear heart,
forget-me-not!
Just please,
please forgive me and my doubt.
And hand me another flower will you,
so I can figure this out.
