She loves me,
She loves me not,
As I pull each petal
From the daisy that I hold,
So much I do need her
Please end the way I wish,
And I'll keep on praying as
My future is foretold.
She loves me,
She loves me not,
Maybe that's the way
My life was meant to be,
I can only hope
And wish for things to change,
And to lift the spell of this
My endless misery.
She loves me,
She loves me not,
I know I couldn't face
Yet another day alone,
The petals almost gone
And I cannot bear to look,
As my fingers tremble now
It chills me to the bone.
She loves me,
She loves me not,
She loves me,
She loves me not.............
ANDREW BLAKEMORE
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/she-loves-me-she-loves-me-not-2/
