Those petals, she loves me, she loves me not
this is really a train ride, but when will it stop
enough is enough, love is nothing but a crock
it comes and goes, like the ticking of a clock

So much has been written, you would think it's gold
they seek after it everywhere, love spreads like mold
laugh with it or cry with it, but no one really ever knows
if and when it will take root, and into whose life it flows

Love is blind and has no date, sometimes to starve or satiate
it can be sincere or lay in guise, causing jealousy to instigate
as white as snow, or as black as charcoal, her colors change
impossible to determine, a full gamut of emotions is her range

She loves me dearly, and with this fact I do now know
perhaps you'll call me a fool, because I just trust her so
hopefully that day will come, when the truth will show
because of this care for me, my love had where to go

I was wrong when I said that love is a crock, it must surely be greater than gold
but sometimes being human we remain blind, until love upon us will take hold
so don't be afraid to pursue your dreams, for a girl's heart your love will yet find
a chance to forever become complete, and a unique love which is one of a kind