Lying on the lush green grass,

I count the velvety petals,

Like everyone else I break the petals,

One by one,

He loves me, he loves me not,

The memories run like like dew drops down the petals,

The last petal is off so is my heart,

What is the answer?

He loves me not,

Tears trickle down so does the last dew drop from the rose,

An answer which I knew from the start,

But still I tore part the petals,

Still I tore one by one,

Just to know,

Maybe he loves me