He loves me, he loves me not,
I pick petals off flowers like I count days passing in a week,
My future depends on the outcome of wishbones, fallen eyelashes, and blowing dandelions,
I love people like sunsets,
Enamored by their beauty, but they always leave too soon,
If only I could learn lessons as easy as I learn people,
No matter how little time I have before you disappear behind the horizon, I will have memorized all the pieces that make you,
I listen for you in everything I hear, I look for you in everything I see,
Lately things have been so blue, not like the blue in your eyes, or the lilies and delphinium,
Sometimes you’re the only ray of light on my dark days,
And maybe when night comes to stay, we’ll only have ever been short time lovers,
But your seat at my table will always be open,
And I will always feel so lucky to have experienced the magic you brought to me.