Petals of Love

How will I know
If he's thinking of me?
I wonder if he knows
Wherever he is, is where I want to be.

How will I know
How he really feels?
He's the one
Who makes this feel so real.

How am I to know
What goes on in his heart?
Does he think of me
When we're apart?

What is he thinking
When he looks at me and smiles?
Does he know that to get to him
I would travel a million miles?

Does he know how I feel
When he looks into my eyes?
I love those eyes of his -
Blue as the skies.

I look at the flower in my hand.
"He loves me not. He loves me,"
I chant as I pick the petals off one by one
Trying hard to believe.

I wish I knew
What goes through his head
When we're cuddle up
Alone in bed.

I want him to love me
But yet I'm not sure if I do.
He makes me so happy
And yet he makes me feel so blue.

I get to the end
Of my poor little flower,
And let it fall
In a petal shower.

"He loves me.
He loves me not."
By Cupid's arrow
I have been shot.

Picking up the petals
I throw them up in the air.
I see him standing across the room
And run to meet him there.

But I stop short
Because I don't know how he feels.
Could this thing between us
Ever be 'real'?

Copyright©JosieWentzel30July-06August2008