Charicolo

"He loves me." The petal falls. You lean calmly Against a wall. "He loves me not." You laugh a bit A funny thought: That he would quit. "He loves me." You smile again As you think of Your best friend. "He loves me not." You're running out. You tell yourself Each petal counts. "He loves me." You relax some now. The words calm you. You're not sure how. "He loves me not." Your heart's racing. You leave the wall. You begin pacing. "He loves me." It can't be right. The last petal. This ends tonight. "He loves me not." But there's no strife. A silly flower Can't rule your life.