Red Roses

He loved me, he loved me not.

Your tears come slow and quietly,

He loved me, he loved me not.

Going unnoticed by those surrounding you,

He loved me, he loved me not.

Everyone focused on that single last delicate rose,

He loved me, he loved me not.

Waiting for it to be placed,

He loved me, he loved me not.

You pluck the petals, one by one,

He loved me, he loved me not.

You take your time, not wanting to say goodbye just yet,

He loved me, he loved me not.

Until you can't put it off any longer,

He loved me, He loved me not.

You place all of the beautiful, crimson petals on top of the dark wood, all but one.

He Loved Me.