He loves me.

Arms like sunshine enclose me,

Spreading a wonderful warmth

To all they touch.
He loves me not.

A vice-like grip entraps my heart,

Squeezing and suffocating me

To a point of no return.
He loves me.

Eyes appraise me outwardly.

Smile draws me closer still.

Voice confirms a feeling her to stay.
He loves me not.

Eyes see through me, judging.

Smile masking what you truly feel.

Voice thick with lies.

When will I learn that pulling petals
Is not a true judge of character?
Each flower its own variation,
Never quite the same creation.