Restlessly, he is sitting home all alone Pulling one petal off at a time From a flower he has safely hidden away In the farthest reaches of his mind
With each petal pulled, he says aloud to himself She loves me, she loves me not An old childhood game he sits and plays He thought he had forgot
Miles away she sits restlessly, home all alone Playing that same old childhood game He loves me, she says, as she pulls a petal Then softly whispers his name
He wonders if she ever thinks of him When she is all alone She loves me not, he says, pulling a petal Deciding, he should not phone
He is all she ever thinks and dreams about Those nights she spends alone Pulling off petals from that flower in her mind Always praying that he will phone
He loves me, she loves me not Pulling petals, in the game She loves me, He loves me not Separately, the same
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