He loves me.
He loves me not.
He loves me.
Well, at least, that's what I thought.
All the time I spent plucking petals,
on all the bouquets of flowers I bought.
Late nights spent talking, all the sleep I fought.
For you, just for you.
I've simply fallen in love,
and I don't know what to do.
I've had crushes,
I've had flings,
but this isn't one of those.
These are different feelings.
He loves me.
He loves me not.
I long for the day you'll say it too.
The day you'll bring me the flowers,
a day for just me and you.
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