Lovesick
She loves me, she loves me not
Curse this little flower,
Every petal I remove
The more I fear it's power.
It may be just a game
It may bear no proof,
But I'm in love and desperate,
I need to know the truth.
If only she would tell me
That I was in her heart,
I would not be sat here lovesick,
Pulling this bloom apart.
Copyright © Gary Smith | Year Posted 2018
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