She loves me
She loves me not
I pluck out the petals
Of each rose that I bought
Oh flower, oh flower
Your sweet smell makes me sick
And from your edged thorns
I feel their sharp prick
I beg and seek for better
Like a small, innocent child
But with each discarded petal
My mind grows more wild
The faces of lovers
So full of glee
The petals begin floating
As my eyes make a sea
I've reached the last petal
But my heart let's it stay
Yes, she does love me
In every single way
