Lovers fair through all of time
Have been committing callous crimes.
My comrades have been maimed and harmed
Yet somehow no one seems alarmed!
They pick us all, those little snots
And say “She loves me, loves me not”.
They must imagine us clairvoyant
As they rip petals off, flamboyant.
Destroying nature’s fragrant jewels,
Just thinking of themselves, the fools.
It’s common sense they have forgot
Moaning “he loves me, loves me not”
Perhaps we’ll start a revolution,
Fight back, hurt THEM in retribution!
These lovers, young and so naive,
In flower petals they believe!
Alas, I feel my heart go soft
When they sigh “loves me, loves me not”.