In fields of petals, fragile and fair,
A love story whispered through the air.
With each pluck, my heart fluttered in glee,
\"He loves me, he loves me not,\" it would decree.
But fate\'s cruel hand, like a bitter frost,
Turned vibrant blossoms into dreams lost.
Petals fell, scattered by the wind\'s disdain,
\"He loves me not,\" echoed the refrain.
In tender moments, hope took its flight,
Love\'s delicate dance veiled in the night.
Yet my heart clung to each fragile breath,
\"He loves me, he loves me not,\" danced to his death.
The petals wilted, bruised by doubt\'s embrace,
As tears mingled with memories misplaced.
Once vibrant hues faded to shades of gray,
\"He loves me not,\" whispered every day.
But in the twilight\'s gentle caress,
I found solace in love\'s sweet distress.
For in the absence of a lover\'s vow,
A bloom of strength would rise from the sorrow.
\"He loves me not,\" became my battle cry,
A testament to a love unclaimed, yet why?
For within, a love\'s seed began to grow,
From the depths of my soul, its radiance would show.
In the tapestry of life, a new chapter unfurled,
\"He loves me not,\" transformed into my world.
For self-love blossomed, unyielding and true,
And in its embrace, a newfound me I grew.
No longer bound by a petal\'s decree,
I learned to love myself, wild and free.
\"He loves me not,\" no longer held sway,
For I am the sun that brightens my own day.
In the symphony of life, love\'s song I sing,
With each breath, my heart\'s melody takes wing.
For in the absence of another\'s plot,
I found love\'s true essence in \"he loves me not.\"