When we were children we would pluck flowers from the ground
We would rotate the flower and sigh deeply
We would pluck one petal and close our eyes
and say "_ Loves me" and our hearts would ring with happiness
We would see their eyes
See their face
then we would pluck the next petal
" Loves me not"

Our hearts would beat with sadness
With every pump making us cold
making us wonder why
Making us shed one tear

We would go back and forth
"_ Loves me"
"_ Loves me not"

A wish, a hope, a dream
This game, childish game would be played
Just to know
and When The last petal revealed a truth wanted
Nothing could ruin the feeling that was experienced

But when The last petal would reveal a truth not wanted
We would ball up the petals and the flower stem and throw them to the ground
Stomp on the ground and cry how cruel the world is

We would all play this game of Love me .... love me not
a  wish a hope a dream