He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not.

Take a flower,
Pick the petals,
One by one.
That silly chant,
That seems to choose,
How you feel:
Smile plays on your lips,
Or tears well in your eyes.
"He loves me,
He loves me not.
He loves me,
He loves me not."
Why do we let this,
Childrens game,
Decide our fate?
Two petals left,
Let's see what it says:
"He loves me,
He loves me not."
With every,true,
"He loves me,"
The smile plays,
But as the last petal falls,
The smile fades.
The tears flow down your cheeks.
You know in your heart,
That it's completely true,
But you wanted to hear,
Just one more time,
That he loves you.