Field of flowers
How many pedals will fall
The final tally
I love her
She loves me not
She loves me
I love her not
Back and forth
Answers themselves getting confused
How many flowers die
Before the voices in our hearts speak
I love her, she loves me not
She loves me, I love her not
Love, hate, call it complicated
This isn't facebook
But it seems to be more of an obituary
Good flowers died today
Reason unknown as answers aren't found
Who loves who
When nobody loves anybody
Just our reflections and the sound coming
When lips are in motion
I love her, she loves me
She loved me not, I love her not
Love fading or growing
Who can tell anymore
When silence is a better eulogy