He loves me; he loves me not.
The petals fly like the time blows.
No longer can he delay his thoughts.
For too long I have sought to know
How to end the swinging to and fro
Of the pendulum of his hidden heart.
He loves me; he loves me not.
Allow the air to take the care
To lay my wishful petals there
Along the green grasses below.
For all the care shall be bestowed
To the daisy, the seer, that knows
How his heart swings to and fro.
He loves me; he loves me not.
The daisy does not dare upset,
Yet the deceit she would regret.
As the white petals fall and twirl,
She hopes for love to be unfurled,
As do all the world’s lonely girls.
He loves me; he loves me not.
Only the daisy’s petals can discern.
He loves me; he loves me not.
A single petal remains to turn.
He loves me.
He loves me!
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