Flower Petals

He loves me...
He loves me not...
White petals dance around
In the crisp, spring breeze
Drifting to the ground
And saluting all the trees
As I sing the words of hope
And pray he loves me too
My petals whirl around me
Donned in white so very true
If I see him in the sunrise
And kiss him gingerly
When the dew is wiped from my eyes
I will be able to see
That my flower petals harken
They always state what's true
Then the day begins to darken
And the flower petals are few
But if I stand in this piece of moonlight
That my fragile body has caught
My flower petals whisper softly
He loves me...
He loves me not...