Love Sick,Chronically

...............pluck,she loves me Pluck,She loves me not Pluck,She loves me A single petal on the daisy is left untouched."fluck!!" Admant that a third time should be a charm He curbs the rules a bit .....Pluck,she loves me a lots! His stoney face cracks up with a smile And eyes starts emitting rays of joy A frown decorating his countenance a few moments ago Dissipates and disappear He refuses to hearken to the voice of fate The Voice of fate echoed by her words The words "I'm sorry ,we just wouldn't work " And tunes his brain to think only how they are meant to be How there is no other outcome save for that possibility. He would chase that wind for the rest of his life. Never catching it