This petal says he loves me,

And I’m as happy as can be-

All the love I’ve been searching for

Is right in front of me


This one says he loves me not-

I guess that’s plain to see

From the way he up and left

Without a word to me


Plucking petals off a rose

And bleeding from its thorns

We may play at being angels,

Yet each still have our horns


This petal says he loves me,

Of that I had no doubt;

But this one says he loves me not,

Or, it seems to have run out


I wonder if the flower knows

Or ever wonders why

I’m picking all its petals off

With ever-heavy sighs


Searching for an answer

I don’t really want to find

When all along I’ve known the truth

Deep within my mind


And yet I’ll pluck a dozen more

To find the answer that I’ve sought

Of whether he still loves me,

Or truly loves me not