He loves me
He loves me not
He loves me
He loves me not
I picked a rose
Just for you
To see if our love
was pure and true
I peeled the petals
One by one
Repeating those words
Till they were done
As the last petal
Fell to the ground
I tried to scream
But couldn't make a sound
For my worst nightmare
Had come true
The thought of living a life
Without you
He loves me
He loves me not
He loves me
He loves me not
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like this poem. It was original even though its a classic