Picking The Petals

He loves me, he loves me not,

Something I could say a lot.

Though I don’t, because I know,

How he loves me dearly so.

As I lay awake at night,

I hope I did everything right.

The day that is leaving,             

He often takes my evening.

 

Though dreams of him I don’t have,

I awake to find him in my head.

I try and figure out the math,

As I lay in bed.

 

Oh how I miss him when he’s away,

I can’t stand to wait another day.

The longing for him is growing stronger,

I don’t think I can last much longer.