White petals drifting in the wind;
Whispers of those words linger,
Striving to find the answer.
"He loves me, he loves me not."
Not wanting to reach the end,
Fearful of the outcome;
The words embedded into your heart.
"He loves me, he loves me not."
Hoping "he loves me" will be last,
Fearing the latter;
It's only a silly game.
"He loves me, he loves me not."
And yet, you believe it.
Plucking the daisy vigilantly -
Desperate for the truth.
"He loves me, he loves me not."
Arriving at the last petal,
Smiling ever so gently;
The meaning found.
"He loves me."
















